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Clean Air and Cute Noises
On nights like these I am fond and remind
Myself of the former when things were all right
And speak of it easy when once I'd unwind
Learning to breathe the worth of her kind
We'd lay and talk funny for all to deny
Her laughing so maddening but oh it was mine
I'd be so annoying to hear her sweet cry
Stay still to get close and be at her side
She concluded my story and wandering eye
And grounded me solo for all reasons why
But as she departed I was forced into lies
Repeating words slowly to gain back my sight
I miss her sweet mellow and serenading sigh
But she has found fellows to further her guise
So still here I'll wallow and struggle to try
And measure up as equals with whoever's nearby.
