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hershelcoke

    I like for you to be still, and you seem far away
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    and you are like the word Melancholy
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    You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams
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    you emerge from the things, filled with my soul
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    As all things are filled with my soul
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    and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
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    It seems as though your eyes had flown away
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    and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
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    I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
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    My beautiful seaside gives you a changing day
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