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Wilmont (The Love Language)

You made a foolish offer I met you in between What doesn't make you softer can only make you mean And I want you to be aware of me cause I got a big heart to feed there was ringing in my ears though i heard no melody Tore a page from your diary put it on the windowsill to trace the lilacs blooming but none of them would stay still and you want me to haunt you but you started sprouting your wings i could lie to love you but my mockingbird's gonna to sing