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I weigh these three words "spoken in that cafe that sounded a little jazz, answering somewhat uncertain I threw in a string of inopportune. If you had told me that I would play a phrase of friendship that grew with every laugh, maybe I had cut the tongue. Do not you remember? No calls with a shy "I" is lost on the subway or the memory of what was erased with a fumble and thrown.
I weigh these three words "spoken in that cafe that sounded a little jazz, answering somewhat uncertain I threw in a string of inopportune. If you had told me that I would play a phrase of friendship that grew with every laugh, maybe I had cut the tongue. Do not you remember? No calls with a shy "I" is lost on the subway or the memory of what was erased with a fumble and thrown.
