Wake up, my love, and stay snuggled in the blankets. We'll exchange a few soft kisses, one, two, three. Remembering all those nights we spent in our youth, dancing in the kitchen, to the sound of your faulty record player. At every skip, we'd stop, three, two, one, and go back again. Maybe you're not on the top of the world like you once were, but who cares? Now you're my world, and that's quite enough for me. No need to be bitter, until we fade away to the inevitable touch of Death. But until then, my dear, let's stay close, and waltz to the skips of the record player once again.

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