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When the room was clear and stage was dark I felt a pang inside my heart As I looked to where you used to be I sighed a familiar sigh The sigh that knows your name But does not need to utter the syllables Because even if it is not said It knows that I sigh for you I cry for you I'd lie for you But I hide from you Every song I sing, I sing for you Every love song, in soprano Serenades in smoky rooms With low voices whispering in your ear Soothing you into a trance If you come closer, you can hear My yearning voice for you You can almost feel My light touch across you dance I compare stories of every love  I have ever heard To our tale, in my mind Like a kindergartner trying to cut out a picture Based on a pattern held with stubby hands I line the edges up just right and see what fits into us Oh, I look around and hope you are there To notice me To think of me To dream as I do As if I were the only girl you had ever loved The only girl you are capable of loving The only girl you want But what can I give you? I've waited a long time And I'm pretty sure I'd wait again Because I'm your fool A jester  That's performing only for your applause For you to admire from the first row To clap your hands and shout "Bravo!"
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Serenades in Smoky Rooms
When the room was clear and stage was dark I felt a pang inside my heart As I looked to where you used to be I sighed a familiar sigh The sigh that knows your name But does not need to utter the syllables Because even if it is not said It knows that I sigh for you I cry for you I'd lie for you But I hide from you Every song I sing, I sing for you Every love song, in soprano Serenades in smoky rooms With low voices whispering in your ear Soothing you into a trance If you come closer, you can hear My yearning voice for you You can almost feel My light touch across you dance I compare stories of every love  I have ever heard To our tale, in my mind Like a kindergartner trying to cut out a picture Based on a pattern held with stubby hands I line the edges up just right and see what fits into us Oh, I look around and hope you are there To notice me To think of me To dream as I do As if I were the only girl you had ever loved The only girl you are capable of loving The only girl you want But what can I give you? I've waited a long time And I'm pretty sure I'd wait again Because I'm your fool A jester  That's performing only for your applause For you to admire from the first row To clap your hands and shout "Bravo!"
Circa 2015
kareena
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
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