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| bethany |
he comes from Delilah and her seraph the waitress who sat me down next to him and whispered ... fate he handed me a song i held it in my hands didn't want to let go my mind was agast my heart dropped anchor in the sea of his soul clearly it was out of my control it was out of our control this time the feeling comes defined by his soft touch whirling me round dancing inside early morning dusk we dance and i drink my coffee and cigarettes ash aligned rising and ajoining our eyes and i blush and bat away you remember the chat over crimson and clover you remind me of being 13, being barefoot and summer blue songs were beating before this all began it fell into harmony it fell right into my hand he handed me a song i simply held it and didn't want to let go my mind was agast my heart dropped anchor in the sea of his soul clearly it was out of my control it was out of our control |
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