your mercurial love

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here’s a word to the wise dear friends

learn the difference between your heart’s flutterings and falterings

for while my heart still stops when i see your name

i feel my blood run cold

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i still picture you sprawled in the sun with a girl they call wind

her light blotting out your stars

i still feel your hands skimming down my spine

as you tell me there’s no other

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i read your reasons, and as you said, i lead us into this dance

but spinning in circles has me black and blue, my love

may i take a moment to sleep forever?

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say goodbye to the salad days, mac

the road back to me is paved with thorns nurtured by my loving hand

and don’t write me love notes dear, somebody may read them.