Once upon a midnight quandary
My thoughts enveloped closely
By the owner of my heartache
And the dawn of the new daybreak

Many tears are shed at the coming
Of the one she is becoming
I recommend the Falcon stop
And sit by the wayside on the road up

Roses are what I would give you
Slowly over time I'll bring you
Due to fall apart in your arms
To protect you from harm

Killing time and ourselves willing
The other shilling views of grandeur
Pleasure green of grasses past your
Crinkled nose and beet red cheeks

As we fall quickly to the ground


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