I have the sad eyes and you've got Chinese eyes.
to me and pulled the field
you're too patrician park.
I was brown when he had hair.
To you you like the blonde on the shoulder.
I like football
though my father never took me to the court
and you do not even know how many are in a court of raising you
despite the return of the "balloon."
I danced folklore at a time,
you dance tango every week,
I have a fear of not living up to any circumstance
and you've got phobias of abandonment.
without peer? Looking at us from afar
distrust
huddled in the cold of summers past,
sipping wine and blood
the front and back of the night.
To you I liked the long hair.
I really liked mushy.
And yet look how sometimes you end up being
things
That in the most distant of self
It is what you always wanted to be in front.
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