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Reborn and shiveringSpat out on new terrainUnsure, unconvincingThis faint and shaky hour
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I miss your smell and your styleAnd your pure abiding wayMiss your approach to life And your body in my bedMiss your take on anythingAnd the music you would playMiss cracking up and wrestlingOur debriefs at end of day
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I start up in the north I grow from special seedI sprinkle it with sensibility from French and Hungarian snowI linger in the sprouting until my engine’s full
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Look at us break our bonds in this kitchenLook at us rallying all our defensesLook at us waging war in our bedroomLook at us jumping ship in our dialogues
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