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You talk about gardens and talk about Prague
You talk about artists’ imitations of life and love
You talk about the “grander things” and we talk about you
But I ask how you feel and you can't even think it through

You talk about your brothers and future happenings
You ask me what I think and I just smile because they’re only little things
You talk about of the color sqhems in the hotel rooms of dark and light
But I ask you could you live with me and you just kiss me goodnight

So, I won’t advertise that I love you
And I won’t tell you how your smile light up the room
You can just say that you’re impressed with my rhythm
Or something like that
And I won’t ask anything again anytime soon

You talk about boundage while I stare at the moon
And you talk about poet’s sonnets and summarize their doom
You talk of scheme of things where everything goes
But I ask you I am for you and you smile and say, “Who knows?”

So, I won’t advertise that I love you
And I won’t tell you how your smile light up the room
You can just say that you’re impressed with my rhythm
Or something like that
And I won’t ask anything again anytime soon

So I won’t pour my heart out and break when you don’t notice
And I won;t tell you how your loving sets me free
You can just stick to the technicalities
And I’ll just know that I write for me


I write for me
I write for me…

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