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This chapter is trite-I don't want that
Too much work to revise
Not all passion is lost
Just my youth is at cost
*chorus*
Before you speak
Recall what you said
Recall how we held
Recall and I'll tighten the knot
Check the first latch
Does it let in the gray
The excitement we lack
Could be made up in pain
*chorus*
I wish he'd leave today
But his manners speak and I don't think so
I wish he'd leave today
But his manners speak where I don't
We did get along
Common ground not the plea
If you learn to forgive
Caution could be replaced