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Think Of Nothing But Me
Think of nothing but me,
hold no arms, only mine;
see what love has done:
put these distant hearts together
when they refused to surrender:
who was the clever one?
Think of nothing but me,
see what they can't see;
another man would walk away,
take with him pride and vanity!
Think of nothing but me!
There are men who do care,
there those who don't;
and the vain ones boast
about whom they own,
being kind they don't dare:
their affection isn't shown!
Think of nothing but me,
it's not hard loving me;
if dreams lead to fantasy,
I'll stop believing in reality!
We can breathe slowly,
we can dream sweetly!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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