“You know that there’s no me comin’ back to you, now that I’ve caught trace of my ideal.
Problem is, apparently my ideal is enshrouded in silence.
That’s how I seem to keep picken’ and persuin’ them
But I think that maybe there has been a method to my madness, after all.
Maybe, long ago, my love and I were separated by such a spell.
And ever since then, I keep pausing and waiting, to see if he will emerge through a man who matches his energy.”
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