Will you?
Dream of holding your hand,
frightened that you won't want to.
Will my dreams turn to sand
if I make that call?
Only once have we met.
I don't know if you like me.
You have my heart, yet
it is only a loan.
Lay awake in the night,
already refugee
from my heart and the fright.
Will you make my love fall?
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