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I asked her carefully

If she had a man

If he'd come home 

Before I could leave

She ignored my words

And I didn't mind

What's a way to comfort

I only learned one thing

It only costs a little

And some warm arms

She put a record on

Dancing in her socks

Humming to the summer

Waves crashing along the shore

Carried in our blood

I've forgone

The very end

It won't ever come

And then maybe it will

Who would think of that?

A careful set

She made by hand

So sure of herself

But mostly

a love

The music

Life is a game

And this is her turn