The sleepless nights. The daily fights
The quick toboggan when you reach the heights
I miss the kisses and I miss the bites
I wish I were in love again
The broken dates. The endless waits
The lovely loving and the hateful hates
The conversation with the flying plates
I wish I were in love again
No more pain. No more strain.
Now I’m sane, but I’d rather be punch-drunk
The pulled-out fur of cat and cur
The fine mis-matching
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