One time you got forks as a gift
A set of forks.
Should I get you spoons
A set of spoons.
You were the only one aware
Probably the only one who cared
Following me closely with your eyes
Your hand on my back as I slipped away
You knew who I was at first meeting
Me crying desperately
Hold.
Rush in the afternoon.
Shaping and molding me
Time flys and I've grown
Spoonman, I love you.
Dewey.
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