Oh well
Here we go once more,
I'm tired of all
the waiting.
So perhaps it's best to depart,
if you truly desire me,
you'll find me
where you left me.
Oh well,
it's beating again,
yet now
I may choose to erase it.
Don't gaze at me with those eyes,
you understand what I do,
yet perhaps I'll feign with you.
Oh well,
it's beating again,
but I'll let myself be blind,
until you find me and restore my sight
July.R
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