The Rules of Love

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All was wanted was a little loving

All was wanted was a little love

Now the lovers found themselves are hunted

and come the neighbors walking through the vines.

And in their hands they carry,

Covered with ages of dust,

And in the hands, in the hands of the neighbors,

They carry the rules of love.

Paradise is tender and so private,

Yet delicate as spider's web its walls.

And if it is of earth can be divided,

And in the midst of others we are found.

And in their hands they carry,

Covered with ages of dust,

And in the hands, in the hands of the neighbors,

They carry the rules of love.

Behind those lovely lips are lover's teeth

Beneath the softest skin is hardest bone

Beyond the binding pleasure is abiding grief,

After the fire there is the cold.

And in their hands they carry,

Covered with ages of dust,

And in the hands, in the hands of the neighbors,

They carry the rules of love.

 

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