At Times My Love
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Mark Heathcote
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You're a weight
Not off my mind but on my mind.
At times my love
You're like uncorked champagne.
More bubbles than-
One glass can't contain.
At other times you show.
We're all puppets to our emotions?
Please don't mellow or readapt a thing.
I'm ready to drown,
I'm ready -to sing.
Weightless rediscover my wings.
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