I was winding my clock. Which was waking us up. In the morning. We were laughing away like fools I was saying my prayers. He was combing his hair. In a country. That began with a. "J" for Jules
In the dark, I like to read his mind. But I'm frightened of the things I might find. Oh, there must be something he's thinking of. To tear him away-ay-ay. When I tell him that I'm falling in love.
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