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On My Lips
When I'm away from you, Linda, Even for just an evening, Loneliness makes a move on me, Confesses she's always adored me, Begs me to take her hand, stay with her, Promises to lavish me With affection, intimacy, fidelity, Asks me to call her Linda. But when I begin to form your name, She sees you, on my lips, And slips back into her own loneliness.
03/08/12 - (2)
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