it is 3 a.m. and it is raining. i could not sleep although i am fully aware that i have much to do today. i read this. then i laughed. is it really that relevant and important for politicians to do such a thing? but the laughter was not long. the combination of rain and copeland never really did good for me. so i wrote what i wish i had said.

it was the hour of three and where was she?

and there she was reading Dee.

so i called her to speak of we.

as we spoke of our differences which she saw, was as vast as the sea

she said to me, how could you not see?

now, i understand that we could never be.

but still i believe love will come to set us free

still i believe love will come to set us free.

because i do not wish to say goodbye to thee.

Give me love,
or nothing.