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Switch on the pilot flame and pretend to sleep. Until you wake up... A trillion questions come from your closed eyes. I know you remember a promise we once made when the walls were six hours thick. Don't you remember? But I don't dare speak. The pilot flame to my thinking cap is still red hot. Jealousy is on tap... I should hide the couch. I should hide the couch tonight. At your expense or at your request. I get no rest... I lay awake all night. My eyes are feeling heavy, but too much is on my mind From Letras Mania