May I ask you a personal question darling
(I pretend whoever you are
You're my darling but don't worry
It lasts only a little while)
What do you make of memory
Is it the foggy country
Where we all actually live
And here just the places
Where it all gets filmed
How is it darling
That I love you there completely
While here I am not so sure
Of loving you enough
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