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When there are not enough tears for me to weave,
this macabre of shattered reflections that deceive. -
First. First secret is the way you look at me with eyes of esoteric,
swapping gazes that refuse to surrender our souls of cryptic. -
On the bank of a chalk stream night bright and clear Where herons stalk and swans appear
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Could sit here forever, / in this passenger seat, / just watching you drive. / Could sit here and wait, / in this passenger seat, / just watching you drive around... / / Let's just drive around for hours, / a
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Warm air against my face
The wind stirs my passion -
watch it all fade away
every dream you ever had
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