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A bench to sit and talk.   And how do I tell you, a stranger,
That when I first looked into your eyes
I wanted to stay there forever and ever,
Drifting off into pale green oblivion?
If I was ever to say more than one word
That wasn't a stuttered hesitation,
I would ask you just to stay
And sit with me right now to talk,
Forgetting all fear that tomorrow
Would destroy what we had that day.

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