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Say You Believe Me

The past won’t make me think less of us
The worlds pain and hurts won’t either
So I invented a formula to love you,
To make you smile in several ways,
Tell you the story of the tall giraffe
And how she ate the sick moon half,
Perhaps we can act the noisy two
You, the squirrel and I, the cuckoo,
I imagine the world we can create
If only you can say, you believe me

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