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I'm almost lonely sitting here beneath the door ( oh yeah), with stars all crowding in separate circles, some black and tan or upside down ( oh yeah), and some so lovely, I can hear the rattling of the chains of love. An ivory image with black and blue metallic coat, plus rust, and a book of Sanskrit lies wide open, provoking me to look inside ( oh yeah), and I think I'm broken. I can hear the rattling of the chains of love. Sorry I don't know where I was back then or how you adore me in fuzzy love-coat post-coitial bliss. I promised not to slip away from her. I loved you long before the day I was shrinking, I could not see your face, But you were beautiful with tigerlily hair inside that place but I'm undecided as to where I really want to be. And I'm fading in the photograph she took of her and me. But I'm all up for the reconstructuion of my ruined past. I could love her no more. But I love her now and yes, I guess that, time is standing still. There's a sunrise or a sunset that I know I always will remember you by. I am you. From Letras Mania