Matchbox
Burn
a kiss upon my lips
Your
passion is a flame
Leave
a blister on my face
Before
you fade away
I
will miss you when your gone
And
love you just the same
And
like a match I'll greet you
When
you return to stay
Sheila Downs 5-01
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