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You said you’d love me
Forever and more
Yet now I am waiting
At the door

Every sound, every rustle
Beckons your name
But you are busy
Playing a dirty game

The skies are grey
and I am blue
The stakes are high
You have no clue

A storm is coming
I feel it here
West wind of separation
is what I fear

You must wake up
From the oblivious dream
Of your inhibitions and
of your insecurities

This is far beyond
a child’s play
Only if we’re together
Will we be okay

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