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[pickinks]

The days are shorter, the nights are long,
but that gives me more time to dream away.
Of how it would be, if you were the song,
And I was the one that sang it.

You're all of the love songs ever written,
And those that are still left to write.
There's a bug around, and I've been bitten,
But I'm happy it's just a love bite.

It causes me pain, but does make me swell,
With passion that I offer you.
I give you my heart, please keep it well,
So I'm with you, whatever you do.