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I think of you, I think of you. |
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I had this friend who told me that |
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coincidence cannot articulate the best |
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events. She said she'd rather think of |
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everything as accident, after all, it's |
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all heaven-sent. She said I don't think |
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good but i know how to wait as if when |
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you wait it is not hours but some forgotten |
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sense of time. It's very kind of all those |
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powers to feature love without design. |
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Letters arrive, spelling out the wish so |
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clear, making a language of desire and fear. |
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You said it's not that way... God is not the |
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name of God... you'll send a drawing of the heart |
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I don't draw well but i know how to wait as if... |
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I think of you listening to your father's voice... |
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those endless speeches on 'The Gift of Choice'. |
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Love's not a story I could ever read or write... |
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I guess you'd say I'm not so bright. Show me |
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how you wait... as if... |
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I am so fond of you, so fond of you. |
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These difficult questions tell me a joke. |
