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Respect my time, friend, And I'll respect yours. See this novice recital to an end, And play with me an overture.
I'm a busy person, you see, Though I'd be glad to relax together. I want to hear your thoughts, and I think we may agree; Surely we can find a better topic than the weather!
Tell me your dreams and the whimsies that run through your head apace, And, heart agleam, I'll tell you mine. Let me see and recognize you; become more than a face That fades insipidly and inconsequentially with time.