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Each time I look into that deep blue sea
I see the future and a warm serenity
I picture what he says and even what he thinks
He's the right one, just, why can't he be?

Does he know what I think when he's near?
I only stop myself from spilling because of fear
Sometimes a little flying kiss and others a little touch
But does he know how I really hold him dear?

I think it's that we are one two three
when I'm usually doing, with everyone else, geometry
I want to do arithmetic and have that simplicity.

Laughing carried to the moon
on his angel wings
Playing tarot--Do the math
soon