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with the way the parasol twirls, like the mahogany locks 'round your fingers...pretty. your lips are. when your eyes sparkle and your smile brings sunshine to the dark hour...your slow motion words of confession...I was there...I was soon there, and once there before...before you. Rushing to stand straight despite the windy currents. feeding from a remembered exhaustion. the way your stance breeds my confusion. I'm reading body launguage. all wrong apparently, cuz you love me I guess... though you could never say it. admit it. and how tragic it is sadly...I've got this new melody that does not escape the rotation in my mind...round and round it goes...growing more beautiful the quicker it turns and begins to glow...I want to be the brightest light you've ever seen, bringing the golden chariot to your rescue...I want to melt your sadness with the happiness of a patriot comfort.