She'll remember all the shouts and the doubts The same song Literatures as the role Of standing empty at the night so still Such a small affair of reading Someone enclosing as the night clept on Here again and when you speak I watch you move away And seemed so sure She is open to forget In the moment she slips away When the colours move appart And I wonder if you want to stay And I need to change the kind of words I'm reading Don't you understand This is the warning and the message I remember as you touched my hand
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