In this place there’s nothing really quite appealing Except maybe this tree that we’re under And yet, as I say this, I wonder If it’s you that makes it shine or the sun
I could leave you talking here to another Except maybe I’m hanging on your eyes Yet I know, and it comes as no surprise That my presence’s circumstantial, it just happened
“Since we must talk about us”, you said “At least bring something new to the play: I’ll say what I mean Would you please mean what you say?”
These words gave you freedom thought sprinkled with tears But all freedom, my dear, is like that Just paths, on and on, up ahead When you leave a place
Still I’ll hear what you want me to hear And say what comes to your mind I’ll search what you want me to find To be special
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