Pen and paper, camera and film,
I'd love to be able to keep it all.
Look back to solve all of the mysteries
That ultimately decide my final call.
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Who knew finding love could be this way,
So meticulous just to be sure,
Because if failure is the price I pay,
I'll never come to find the cure.
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And as I walk into her lure,
Which exists solely in my mind
I care not about this fatal fact
Leaving rationality behind.
