YOU
constantly thinking of you
buy only if you knew
remembering when we went to the lake
thinking that would be the day
you fancied the birches and roses
while i admired the primroses
you were intelligent to talk to
i was irrelevant and a walking fool
i should've told you that day
it would've been perfect by the bay
but when i looked back
the storm was turning black
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