"it has nothing to do with pink," she said
I know what it is that we want
I wonder what you will be to me
I am glad for who you are
with time I see more clearly
what you have never been
and I love you anyway
and I love you just because
and I tell you in a state of grace
or maybe when I am drunk
sweet sweet sweet
i regally type again and again
in that basement
where i adore
you sweet sweet sweet
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