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I felt a love of such deafening weight |
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Dangling from a ballustrade of shilly-shally |
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Overlooking infinity and this ecstasy |
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Of you lying next to me |
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And in a peculiar way you clutched me |
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By the shoulder, said "Boy I barely know you |
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But would you marry me?" |
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We were floating about with our heads in the clouds |
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And stealing those words from my mouth |
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You whispered in my ear |
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Exactly what I wanted to hear |
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I composed a note of such jubilant things |
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And placed it between bed and spring |
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Of a hostile hostel overrun with |
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Shedding towelettes and Mexican maids |
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And with indefinite fate I clutched you by the shoulder |
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And said "Girl, I barely know you, |
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But will you marry me?" |