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The Start! The Start! The Start! The Start! Isn‟t that the best part? When no conversation ends the same, where there‟s no blame, no time for that! Barely time for smiles between kisses shared sat out on a beach, a field, even a bus shelter, because nothing‟s ever felt quiet like how you felt her. The Start! The Start! Isn‟t that the best part? where she leaks gloriously into your day, into what you say, into what you feel, how you see art. The Start! Into how you hear, into how you whisper, how you shout. The Start! The Start! How to fill that chasm that breaks when you‟re apart? That rends your heart, out into the hollow chambers of the sea. Away from her is a blur, a struggle, a life without focus. But one hug, one kiss and clarity is reborn, you‟re no longer hopeless. The Start! The Start! Isn‟t that the best part? 60