What was it that I first saw?
To be honest, I can't remember all that well.
She filled me in on the details.
Like Bowie, she looked different every time i saw her.
But still,
everything about her was her.
and from then on, everything was her.
Even in the cold, mist, and fog streaming from the muddy brown Mersey,
just holding her hand made me warm
and it was probably only a streetlight
but it looked like a halo.
and so to plans for the future.
We're growing up, growing big,
and if we want it enough
we'll do it together.
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Comparing someone to Bowie is a pretty bold statement, man!
This is sweet.
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