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Are we to speak, first day of the
Stumbling at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my of fries
Long island and wine
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some of poem
in lines, the fossils I find
Have no life of their own?

So can we sweetly
the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart offends
With its lonely and demands
There's only a shadow of me in a of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your face
Stumbling arise
Go your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, to the sun
If history speaks of two baby
I'm painting the blue and red
They said beware, Lord my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your

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

I'm holding my
My on your chest
What can be of my heart?
If speaks, the kiss on my cheek
there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I'll on
Counting my cards to one
And I am dead, come visit my bed
My is bright in the sun

So can we contend,
Before my 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 manner of speaking I'm