Do you remember the late morning
when we went back to bed,
when we found the first position
and every muscle rested?

I do remember
that I already
knew it was the last time,
the last time for first positions.
The last time you’ll be mine.

Aaaaoo aoo aoo ao
Aaaaoo aoo aoo ao

Do you remember the scars I showed you; the stories I told you?
How I always said forever
when you asked me to stay true?

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