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thepeopleseasonLike a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Happy birthday, dear.
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Happy birthday, dear.
