love, if I may,
let me erase
any sad look on your face
and you can kiss me ’til I’m blue.
Of the many jobs
that I take
none will ever compensate me like the way I feel for
you.
A philosophers mind is complicated
love, if I may,
let me erase
any sad look on your face
and you can kiss me ’til I’m blue.
Of the many jobs
that I take
none will ever compensate me like the way I feel for
you.
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