I drew a picture of her in my notebook
 each scribble it got more exciting
 from pencil to paper
 I love and erase her
 again and again till I can't even read my own writing
 I study her all day long
 I memorize every word that she speaks
 I stay up as late as I can
 and chronicle hours into days into weeks
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 I learn by the light of the moon that she's hung
 I've done all the work now I long for the fun part
 I add and subtract all the days of the year
 and divide them by weekends without her
 carry the seven the answer is heaven
 there's safety in numbers
 and something about her
 I study her all day long
 I memorize every color she wears
 I measure the passing of time
 by the style of her clothes
 and the length of her hair
 olivia 101
 I learn by the light of the moon that she's hung
 I've done all the work now I long for the fun part
 october orange and chimney red
 I zip up my jacket and hang down my head
 I rake up the leaves till they spell out her name
 the wind blows them into my arms
 and I wish that she would do the same
 olivia 101
 I learn by the light of the moon that she's hung
 I've done all the work now I long for the fun part
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