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I wish I was a little clever,
Then maybe you would take me home.
And in this weather you would try,
to settle scores and break up ties.
In summer skies of cobalt blue,
you'd take me back but kill me too.

If I could write you twenty letters,
Then soon enough you'd blush and move.
Through seven seas, across the sky,
It wasn't late for us to lie.
I ducked and covered when you said,
I'd never make it out.