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>>>>>>I want to spend a night with you in a dimly
>>>>>>lit coffee shop. We can share our hearts,
>>>>>>our dreams, our fears. Then we can leave
>>>>>>and fall >>>>asleep together in each
>>>>>> >>>>>other's >>>>arms...
>>>>>It's a deal baby...maybe in the late fall.
>>>>>We'll >see how you're feeling about things
>>>>> >>>>>>then.
>>>>Your sense of timing does seem good, too...We
>>>>can enjoy our friendship now, and not plan
>>>>>>>too >far ahead. You are the berries,
>>>> >>>>baby!
>>>You are the berries!!! You're so sweet!!
>>>Did you notice my message below this one?
>>>Love, Browneyes
>>Browneyes, you move me, baby...kinda like Tom
>> Petty's song..."You wreck me. baby.."
>>Or Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund
>>Fitzgerald"...What the hell am I talkin about?
>> >You must have my hear a spinnin again!
>or Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison...this is the
> >artist, right baby?
That is the artist, and you are the girl!!!
We could dance to that song all night long...
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