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Blink, blink: I love you. Blinkity-blink: I am your Sweetheart.
The little girl yells at us, “Everyone stop! LOOK! There is something out there!”
She believed she was young again, if only for a moment.
A poem is a song you write when the band’s gone home.
I adopted more and more of the ways of my father.
This morning there's an empty sky inside of me.
Listen, I know it’s been hard. I know we never go out dancing like we used to.