that's what this makes me think of.
You really don't get it, do you?
The wind is calm tonight
But the air is biting
And the stars?
Well, the stars aren't inviting.
They're just filled with truth.
And I've got to be honest-
That's not what I need.
Sometimes I need you, and that's all.
Just plain old ordinary you.
With you ordinarily long hair
And sometimes cloudy eyes.
I hate when they get like that.
But you must be mistaken-
This is real.
And I'm happy.
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