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Long player played around in the living room |
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And laid a cue |
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Of a saved vision I hung to |
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Our harbored days were ships that hung |
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Off horizons |
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Once clear and then gone |
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Like honeymoon |
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Our zeniths, they bow with the season |
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Like blind appeals |
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In the comment fields |
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That wave like wild animals swooned |
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By honeymoon |
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Our scenes like dreams |
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Remembered |
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In parts scattered |
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With pieces gone |
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And some to return |
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From honeymoon |
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Honeymoon |
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Honeymoon |
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I will concede for the sake of time |
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I don't mind it |
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If it's gone around |
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I don't mind |
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It'll come back to me |
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If I can't find it |
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If it's on the tip of my tongue |
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I don't mind |
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It'll come back to me |
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Come back to me, honeymoon |
