strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide
i'll take all by your side
i'm unclean, a libertine
and every time you vent your spleen
i seem to lose the power of speech
your slipping slowly from my reach
you grow me like an evergreen
you never see the lonely me at all
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