I sit in the tall grass, staring at the multitude of colors that paint the night sky. A warm summer breeze. My heart longing for something more I can give you everything you need. Or do you want to hear me plead? Just look my way, just look my way. Is there something more that I don't know. That you won't say 'til we've both grown cold? Just say, Please, stay, Look my way..
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