| It started with a dedication
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| «lost in admiration — happy birthday — I’m forever yours — blossom»
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| Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies
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| I smiled surprised at how when flickered through
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| The wings flew by spelled out my name…
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| Six months went by the summer lost
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| Obsessively the letters dropped into my life
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| The same soft blood smooth flowing hand
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| «please try to understand — I have to see you — have to feel you —
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| Tell you all the ways I need you — yours forever in love… "
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| It varies but the smallest things
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| You never know how anything will change
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| And alters but the smallest things
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| You never know how anything will fade
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| The year grew old incessantly she wrote to me She’d started smoking poetry!
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| I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase
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| She’d pulled me in…
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| I answered her
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| A christmas card in sepia
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| Arranging when and where
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| And how the two of us should meet…
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| Her opening so well prepared
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| A nervous smile
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| I couldn’t take my eyes from her
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| She whispered
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| «can I use some of your lipstick?»
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| It was perfect so believable
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| I couldn’t help but feel that it was real
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| And kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms…
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| It varies but the smallest things
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| You never know how anything will change
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| And alters but the smallest things
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| You never know how anything will fade
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| So alone into the cold new year without another word from her
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| I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring
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| But weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came
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| And with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same…
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| «I'm sorry — blame infatuation — blame imagination —
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| I was sure you’d be the one but I was wrong —
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| It seems reality destroys our dreams — I won’t forget you — blossom»
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| Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes…
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| It varies but the smallest things
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| You never know how anything will change
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| Strange attraction spreads it’s wings
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| And alters but the smallest things
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| And you never know… |