he likes mozart
and cherry slurpees
and he'll never love me
he loves rainy days
and butterscotch sundaes
and i'll never make him smile
he faded so far away
I held him so close for merely a day
and now he holds me forever
He prays towards the star
he plays guitar
but he'll never play to me
he writes poetry
and is so funny
but I'll never make him laugh
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