Put My Hands On You
Like on moss, darling Carefully and soft I knew What I was working with What were you At seventeen Who would remember Except for me? You know I envy your bad memory But for how you made me feel I will never forget That's what you would hope for So that you could be An immortal beauty And within me you are I carry this in me I smell it Upon the early morning hour It makes my world turn around Nothing lasts And my brain will also rot You already forgot Though isn't it amazing? Thank you for giving me Something to write about Look at how it moves me Here at the end of my days And although you might be Somewhere out there Busy wasting away I am right here And I remember you still Even right now While you are asleep You fill me And how sweet the music sounds How fresh the air tastes Forget the smells I put my hands on you
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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