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Oct 2017
It seems I have to win her over at least twice a week
She said it was because she was only a part of my life
She said her life was about counting disappointments
For some reason she wants it all when it comes to me

These days there’s too much for us to think about
It would be so much easier, staring at an open range
Just being happy together, a slow wind dream
Why are we so far apart when our hearts are not

She thinks that sometimes I’m just on the make
A sometimes lover who knows how to talk forever
But I never said that, I only think inside my dreams
It’s no secret but she said drinking only makes waves

I have a plant I think about before I open the door
It’s the only one I own, red and green in the winter
I divert rivers and move the sun for it to live on
I would for you but you won’t wait by the window

She can sing a song, drive a truck, paint still life
Spin on a dance floor, but she drifts in her mind
She’s all these things, but really it’s only me
My dreams know the only truth is inside you
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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     ---, Weeping willow and Toriana
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