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afternoon conversation
coffee black, a cigarette I smoke
we talk the day away
And a light like a silhouette,
the smoke that dance to irritate my eyes
so I laugh and say;
"is this not a perfect day?"
we could be lovers, you and I
Go, my girl, and realize
nothing is more real than what we have right here
this is the fantasy of yours, come true
Room so still, am I yours at will?
And you say "it´s late, I have to go"
Why is it always so? (don´t go)
Bride and groom we became too soon
I felt sane enough to try it out
But I am a lonely sprout
in a pot where I can´t grow
