I don't know what to tell him,
Don't know what to say,
Can't remember anything
When he looks at me that way.
I think of the things that bother me,
and I'm lost in a tumultuous sea.
But by his side,
all clouds divide,
The sea is still,
There's no more chill.
The many things I had planned to say,
by his side, They Fly Away.
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