Blind Date

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Nerves, I'm rattled
You help me settle
Conversation's in the palm of your hand

We stay up late
On our first date
And when you talk it's never bland

And when you leave
I will not weep
That doesn't stop me from missing you

And so we write
My heart is light
As you say, "I miss you too"

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