we'd have to imagine everything
perfectly so that it's snap.
you can sit on your cloud,
me on my bean bag
and if you like
I'll remember You
and if you like
i'll let you remember me.
I'd prefer it if you could tingle
down and sit here too,
but as long as your cloud is
silver and lined for you, sweetheart,
I don't mind that you've gone.
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