Stop? Stop! Don't tell me to stop! You have no idea what I've been through the last night --
[And true to form, it's not what someone else says that makes him stop. You have no idea what I've been through.
Truthfully, this is what he's such a marvel of a poet. Why one can walk in shoes he's never touched.
He doesn't know what she's been through, either. Clearly something has happened. Something not wholly devastating, but not something to come raving home about, either.]
Tell me what you need. Should I gather by the gate? Come out to find you?
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[And true to form, it's not what someone else says that makes him stop. You have no idea what I've been through.
Truthfully, this is what he's such a marvel of a poet. Why one can walk in shoes he's never touched.
He doesn't know what she's been through, either. Clearly something has happened. Something not wholly devastating, but not something to come raving home about, either.]
Tell me what you need. Should I gather by the gate? Come out to find you?