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Mar 2
Us
the power of us
the joy of us
the precious of us
the pure good of us
the easy of us
the lovely of us
the worth of us
the best of us
has somehow
become lesser
tangled
confused
and lost
somewhere deep in
the complicated and confused effort of
trying to be
just the two of us .


but still
I’m going nowhere
pour me another song
and I’ll sing you another heartache!
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
75
   Safana
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