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As the sun sets, all I dream is; of sitting by you
Head in your lap, recounting all the things I know
Of that day, of my life, all that I recall
About cursory knowledge, picked up here and there, on the go

There is this innate desire to share everything I am
Make you a repository of all that I am
I do not understand this very human need to share
Just a compulsion to lay me naked, completely bare

Know that each memory I recount seems inconsequential
About the things I know I am quite unsure
Except, to be by your side, to share your life,
Is the greatest of all pleasures, about this I’m sure