Goodbye again to my love, my Arabian Princess
The first of 3 seemed like we already had excess
On United remembering answers to the question of us
Passion on a bed of infatuation more than lust
Could we be friends, lovers and possibly more
New Years day to forget, your understanding I adore
Was NY a moment that should have been left as such
Humor, love and having compatibility in so much
You want is the consequence of my my need
Not yet mature, need of growth, a late seed
Don't do shit are the words you leave in my ear
You don't know, losing you is my biggest fear
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