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Oct 2017
I want you love. No, I need your love.
Cause I’m falling, like a baby dove.
I’ve got no wings,
Nor shiny things.
But aren’t we birds of a feather?
Maybe we could fall together.
muse: ok go - needing/getting
Second in a series, following v1, preceding ...again
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