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| Sometimes I think we get carried away I know self-control has never been your fort�. Am I looking for something that won�t ever be found? Please tell me now, when are you coming around. . . again. I'm searching for your mind, only because you won�t speak it Is it up to me now to learn how to read it? And I�m not sorry. . . if this made you stop and think for a minute, You were on your way out when I waxed on being brave enough to begin it. And all I guess I�m really trying to say is: My skin is too thin, to hold all this in, And that I�d like to ask you to stay. Please stay for the moonlight, the cool autumn breeze, and if not for the ambiance, then maybe for me. |
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