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He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well... Thanks for asking now I'm fine I should have muffled my obsession but I was all too pure And so blindly s

Here's a song for lovers Who don't care if they don't sleep If dragonflies with heavy hearts Cut the air like darts Here's a song for lovers Who won't ever have to weep Clear-sighted eyes and uncried tears All bright out in the sun You were far too y