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Hear the overture

The never ending

Four beat song

Of love that’s growing

As time goes on

I wanna tell you

That I love you

But I cannot find the words

Only token clichés

And things you’ve already heard

But love truly exist

The inspiration

That keeps me terminally pissed

‘Cause you don’t feel me

Truth I am

Call it the real me

Hidden behind

Casper’s para dyne

Shyly I shine

Behind a rhyme

Robin Thicke

Makes me throw up sick

Owning the store

I work for

Disillusion and determination

Social confusion for salvation

If you could see

The voice in my tone

You’d know that

I’m the O-N-E

In alone