Get a real job
Keep the wind to your back and the sun on your face
All the immediate unknowns are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate.
Does he love you?
Does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?
I guess it's spring; I didn't know
It's always seventy-five with no meltin' snow
A married man, he visits meI receive
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