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Are we to speak, day of the week
words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for kind of poem
Covered in lines, the I find
Have they no of their own?

So can we sweetly
Before the ends?
I am a man a heart that offends
With its and greedy demands
There's only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm

Such a waste, beautiful face
carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two teeth
I'm the hills blue and red
said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on head

So can we be friends,
Before the mystery
I love you more than the can contain
In its lonely and head
There's only a of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

I'm holding my
My tongue on chest
What can be of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my
Where there remains but a
Beloved my John, so I'll on
my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come my bed
My is bright in the sun

So can we contend,
my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come me
From fossils that fall on my
There's only a shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead