they sing
they play
they dance
who are they? are they them?
what is the pronunciation of they and them?
are they singular or metaphorically?
or am I lost?
chapter lost.
this is the end. beautiful friend.
or alas, where have ye gone to the point of no return again
to the barren wasteland i call home
with my love, oh lord she love thee
she weeps when she sees me and i love her with tears
they mean more than words
i need a hug
a hand to hold
a love to love
a woman is a woman
and a woman, to me, is all i need.
but it goes sour, you eye your veins
does this love matter? are we going through the motions?
the handshake, the hug, the motion up above.
can we meet tonight?
i would love to see your new dress
you bought it for me, didn't you?
did you wish for me to feel at ease?
questions upon questions
has this already been written?
i keep her in my pocket
cause i love her so deeply
the wine is good
the beer tastes warm
the pizza is stale
the country is worn
thou i love ye, with the love of 10-fold
come with me don't fodder
take the ring
hold it near
remember my love
you will never live in fear
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