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It was not my ear you whispered into,
but my heart.
It was not my lips that you kissed,
but my soul.


BLONDIE


Written with a pen.
Sealed with a kiss.
If you are my friend,
Please answer this:
Are we friends
Or are we not?
You told me once
But I forgot.
So tell me now
And tell me true.
So I can say....
"I'm here for you."
Of all the friends
I've ever met,
You're the one
I won't forget.
And if I die
Before you do,
I'll go to heaven
And wait for you.
I'll give the angels
Back their wings
And risk the loss
Of everything.
Just to prove my friendship is true..
to have a friend like you!




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The glass door the green to my magenta the yellow to my blue he is my compliment... the happiness to my sorrow and the pain of my laughter through the glass door I see him I knock, but he cannot hear I wave, but he cannot see he is deaf to my calls he is blind to my presence in silence I wait gazing through the glass door the key around his heart

Blondie


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