If you were made of darkest gold
With eyes of ocean green
Then stay with me to blackness
And be the last thing seen
If with age your dark hair turns
To silver filigree
Then change as well to Arctic ice
And share your soul with me
If out of wax you came in bronze
To glance with ruby fire
I'd cast myself in softer lead
And burn with your desire
And if you were made with ferrous' name
And rusty eyes I'd love you just the same
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