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just tell me i was right, honey

that you still believe in fate

and holding hands

i'd love to see you write again, honey

about things you used to know

and all the things i don't

and lately i've been blaming myself, honey

how all this careful thought has left you stoic

and all this tender's made you tough

*italicized taken from Keaton Simon's "Unstoppable"

oh five at quarter to

we'll drive into

strings of Christmas lights

so bright

they threaten to take down the night

send it toppling down upon us

while the air grows thin

but i'd be content

to spend forever

in this cave of starry night

with you