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Should you find yourself alone And in need of someone, for The first time in your woven life Call on me, my darling Call on me. Should you find yourself silent And in need of someone To tremble lips and speak As if they could not think before you Call on me, my dear Call on me Should you find yourself regretting The long lost tomes of love letters And the grin of someone more understandable Him, him, your him, Call on someone less, my love Call on me. Should you find yourself misunderstood, Mistaken on your sun-netting mountain top And you need someone who understands down here Call on me, my only Call on me For I am here, Feet rooted to the ground you walked upon Hands hanging in the shape of your shoulders From which you kissed me goodbye, I am here, for you, For anything left of you If you should find yourself taken By any other than me, But wonder, what, what would I have been to you Call on me, my endless happy mistake Call on me I'll never stop listening I keep my ear out to the wind And feel your flowered words Brushing against my expectant glance On a sunny, cloudy day.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
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Should you find yourself alone And in need of someone, for The first time in your woven life Call on me, my darling Call on me. Should you find yourself silent And in need of someone To tremble lips and speak As if they could not think before you Call on me, my dear Call on me Should you find yourself regretting The long lost tomes of love letters And the grin of someone more understandable Him, him, your him, Call on someone less, my love Call on me. Should you find yourself misunderstood, Mistaken on your sun-netting mountain top And you need someone who understands down here Call on me, my only Call on me For I am here, Feet rooted to the ground you walked upon Hands hanging in the shape of your shoulders From which you kissed me goodbye, I am here, for you, For anything left of you If you should find yourself taken By any other than me, But wonder, what, what would I have been to you Call on me, my endless happy mistake Call on me I'll never stop listening I keep my ear out to the wind And feel your flowered words Brushing against my expectant glance On a sunny, cloudy day.
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#love#sad#hope#her#me#wishes#expecting
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Porto-graffiti
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
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