The Anonymous from Euphemystic by Son Ambulance

Oh! The anonymous author of days will pass by you like a stranger in the waves. But he is secretly impressed at your failure to try. Oh yeah. Our arms are shivering branches. When they dance it's a cool, cool breeze. But I must turn my step before I get into a trap. 'cause you know I love being near you. But I can't hold my breath long enough, and still be where you dream. I'm always ticking and talking but the woman she needs her sleep. I don't regret the times that we spent. Paper boys come abrupt and break the news to men. Pour blessings on the child. Wasn't that your intention? I promise you. I promise you I wont leave you. Oh, no, no, no. I will be here, here, here. Like a bow on a string.

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