Trying Again

that is love --
(oh, why have you done this thing
[O, angel of love
2 me]
to me?)
if I look out my window I can see the street
and I can see a car that looks a lot like yours
go by
but you are not in it
you never are
-- they tell me
but I do not listen to myself anymore
because (I love you
my angel)
I lie
I am waiting for you (look
from me) too
I never could write
[it's a heart attack]



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