Thinking who or why when tears did cry,
Down the steps and out the gate,
By the birds and notes of mate,
Heard me not mention?
Yes I remember,
Presiding here,
Slumbering amongst silence.
Clearing of the mist,
Letter A and tongue did twist,
Thoughts decay,
'Oh and by the way,
I love you.'
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