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I took a walk,

It was cold outside.

Inside in my heart I burned;

Some distances are too far to walk.

I leaned against a car,

And ran a hand through my hair,

You live too far, I sighed

And a cloud formed on my lips.

I walked back home in a daze-

An image of you had formed on my gate

You offered me your nape,

I encircled your waist,

And together we stood there

And dreamed of escape.