Let.
Let my longing for her come to an end,
starting tomorrow.
If it's to much for you to take
me to her, leave signs along
the way for me to follow.
Let me march in her laughter,
and when she's not happy
take a swing at her sorrow.
But if you can't give me the words
and the ways to win her heart,
at least let me borrow.
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