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Afternoon Conversationafternoon conversationcoffee black, a cigarette I smoke we talk the day away And a light like a silhouette, the smoke that dance to irritate my eyes so I laugh and say; "is this not a perfect day?" we could be lovers, you and I Go, my girl, and realize nothing is more real than what we have right here this is the fantasy of yours, come true Room so still, am I yours at will? And you say "it?s late, I have to go" Why is it always so? (don?t go) Bride and groom we became too soon I felt sane enough to try it out But I am a lonely sprout in a pot where I can?t grow |