Where you waiting for a girlWhen I got here?
I don’t mind you shredding me
But please love me.
Once the flame is out
There won’t be more kisses.
And then…
Love, love, love, love,
Love.
There is a sparrow
Singing outside,
And all the trees
Are green and I can smell
The sea.
I will chase you…
You better sprint.
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