Perhaps a balcony, a cab or a house in a tree.
Or perhaps that night, some yellow light and a table for three.
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Thoughts so benign, they must be scribbled to make the world look like itself again
Thoughts, views, verdicts and theories that I won’t say, feel or think aloud. But I will certainly write here.
If you need to stray, you always will. Song or not.
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