When it is gold,
the evening and I,
miss you,
mid-curl,
listening,
to the stranger wind,
sing the beginning of the end,
lip trembles hope,
Pandora, kisses the tips of my ear,
I wish I knew who you were.
I can feel,
your head resting on my shoulder,
hand on my back,
but if I turn around...
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