I couldn’t talk to you
Let you know my secrets
You wouldn’t listen anyway
Too caught up playing games
When I look at you now
All I see is weakness
You won’t help yourself
It’s too late in the day
I’ll leave the window open
Let the sweet breeze brush your skin
You can see the mountain
Climbed it many times before
You can do it once more
I told you all about the boys
How they’re doing and getting on
I caught you when you smiled
You winked goodbye like in the song
I’ll put some music on
Violins in three four time
Summer in the lowlands
Dancing in the aisle
04/09/2023 Monday 746
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