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October 9, 2003
I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we loved until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
[Belle and Sebastian, "Piazza, New York Catcher"]