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"He's a deer running home tonight She's a tiger She's a tiger Make room for new female behavior Her mind is set No one can save her"
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With all this passing motion, time escapes reality driven euphoria of existance. We'll sway lighty in the breeze, butterfly-kissing our way to eachother's thoughts- the dream world we flee to in times of radiance. Those times when we're together and moonlight flashes in our eyes- a co-existance. The stories we create in dialogue and words we speak of in hopes of conveying that special tune we sing in our eyes, through reflection and expression. The song of a romantic hope of inding ourselves or pieces of a puzzle by holding the hands of another. we can hope. we can hope.