(Verlaine)
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I think of you, I think of you.
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I had this friend who told me that
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coincidence cannot articulate the best
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events. She said she'd rather think of
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everything as accident, after all, it's
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all heaven-sent. She said I don't think
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good but i know how to wait as if when
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you wait it is not hours but some forgotten
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sense of time. It's very kind of all those
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powers to feature love without design.
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Letters arrive, spelling out the wish so
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clear, making a language of desire and fear.
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You said it's not that way... God is not the
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name of God... you'll send a drawing of the heart
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I don't draw well but i know how to wait as if...
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I think of you listening to your father's voice...
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those endless speeches on 'The Gift of Choice'.
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Love's not a story I could ever read or write...
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I guess you'd say I'm not so bright. Show me
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how you wait... as if...
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I am so fond of you, so fond of you.
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These difficult questions tell me a joke.
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Song
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| Tom Verlaine |
