am I a better reason, I'm nothing special, only a metaphorical son, a sparkle a star in sun of your moon, I always seem to know where you are whether it's mid-afternoon or quarter after eight, although I never know where you're actually going straight, into my arms would be a good direction, into the lovingness of my affection, I have no misconception that the collection of compliments you gathered have left elements of you splattered, all over me, is the beginning lover of he, who would be and do anything you wanted just as long as he wasn't haunted by it the next morning and even then I have peeled off my warning sticker so good morning

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