When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night.
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And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies, and it dies, and it dies
A million little times - Taylor Swift 


And all we are is skin and bone
Trained to get along
Forever going with the flow - Taylor Swift


I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life - Taylor Swift