One last Song
I want the good things
The music
The poetry
The lovemaking
The corny jokes
The neverending conversation
I want the good
The good of you
I want your hands
Your eyes stark blue
Your sweet lips
Your everlasting touch
And all and more of that
I want the good
The good of you
Not the bitter
Only the sweets
Just lots of somethings like zoiets.
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