Tell me more
Than you’re just my friend
I need to know this
One thing, more than any other.
Inundated with sound, the music
Beats so loud that I can’t hear anything else.
I see your lips move
It is a sad song
That makes me think, and therefore cry
Due to its sheer beauty
And I stare at you one last time
To see if you’re still there
Before you are
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