The air is still.
Dark and cool.
I’m by myself.
Tis the rule.
And there’s nothing really going on.
I’ve had my fill.
Played the fool.
On the shelf.
Was the mule.
And there’s nothing really going on.
Remember love.
Full and warm.
And speaking of…
Braved that storm.
And there’s nothing really going on.

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