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It started with a dedication |
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'Lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - Blossom' |
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Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies |
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I smiled surprised at how when flickered through |
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The wings flew by spelled out my name |
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Six months went by the summer lost |
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Obsessively the letters dropped into my life |
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The same soft blood smooth flowing hand |
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'Please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you - |
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Tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love' |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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It varies but the smallest things |
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You never know how anything will change |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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And alters but the smallest things |
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You never know how anything will fade |
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The year grew old incessantly |
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She wrote to me she'd started smoking poetry |
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I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase |
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She'd pulled me in, I answered her |
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A Christmas card in sepia |
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Arranging when and where |
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And how the two of us should meet |
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Her opening so well prepared |
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A nervous smile |
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I couldn't take my eyes from her |
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She whispered 'Can I use some of your lipstick?' |
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It was perfect, so believable |
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I couldn't help but feel that it was real |
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And kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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It varies but the smallest things |
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You never know how anything will change |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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And alters but the smallest things |
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You never know how anything will fade |
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So alone into the cold new year without another word from her |
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I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring |
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But weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came |
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And with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same |
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'I'm sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination - |
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I was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong - |
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It seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't forget you - Blossom' |
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Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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It varies but the smallest things |
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You never know how anything will change |
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Strange attraction spreads its wings |
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And alters but the smallest things |
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And you never know |
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And you never know |
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And you never know |