I work hard
Blood, sweat, tears
Hoping for many years
To come
To love
My dearest heart
We wait to start
But I fear neutral
Will kill me someday.
Some mornings
I wake up alone
Feeling toute seule
Though I know
You are beating along
A solicitous song
But I dance the swing
And you two-step past
And the morning fades
Slowly away.
Eh.
We'll figure it all
out.
I know.
You know.
Let's go!
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