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Bob Hillman
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knew everything there is to know about you, emotional makeup political views, everything there is to know about you
down to the quivering lip and the look in your eye when your father died, and you couldn't quite say what you wanted to say but you touched his hand and he knew you were there, he knew you were there.
like epic poetry, old folk songs, gargantuan themes, impossibly long. War and peace and right and wrong, gargantuan themes, impossibly long
Anna Karenina the ill starred lover speaks to me, she draws a breath and whispers my name, i'm exactly the same as a russian count in 1823 and he's exactly like me, exactly like me
Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy knows everything about last night i suppose, the open hearts and words we chose, everything about last night i suppose. First five years of circumstances loosen their grip, foreign words on your lips, my lips on your words - definitions blur and we're something else maybe destined to be, we were destined to be.
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