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I lied to you
But
It was such a GOOD lie
That we're both pleased
With myself.

I'll meet you
Wherever you want
Though you don't want
That often.
Likely because of this
Is why I will.

The affairs of my heart
Are not mine to know
But I talk of them
Freely
Frequently

And it's never the talk
We're in for.

Though it's nice to lie
In such a way
We might pretend
We're not.