swinging… a summer afternoon, sweating and smiling, we are oblivious… come over for a tea, I have saved some Jasmine petals for you… we could go and work after the swinging… I’ll play you a song, that came over me only yesterday… no one knows of it, and to be honest, no one cares… but you care and I care that you care and we know that this caring just goes on and on… and if you recognizance it for too long, it’s absurd… like jasmine tea in this unbearable heat, dear… but if you come by, I’ll play you some guitar, and who knows you might in your caring for me swing with my song… then I’ll be the happier… look at that crazy face… it’s swinging, you… you see?


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