I will not grow out of myself 
I will remain as I am and come to you
In your voice there is grace and aptitude
But the droves of games puzzle me
I stop my words. Ah hard loud full stops.
Forgive me.
  
I will remain as I am and come to you
In your voice there is grace and aptitude
But the droves of games puzzle me
I stop my words. Ah hard loud full stops.
Forgive me.
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