It comes as no surprise,
That the look upon your eyes,
Has the weight of a thousand suns,
And I was just here having fun.
Be honest when you look,
For that gaze could write a book,
Now think about the past,
How you said that it would last.
Well, the flutes will flutter on,
As they sing their silly song,
You and me, we can’t be done,
Because I see you in the sun.
I’m blinded, and I can’t hear,
While you’re sitting in that chair,
Where we held our bodies close,
Felt your breath upon my nose.
This temptation is waning,
No passion is remaining,
I know that look upon your eye,
All we can do is say goodbye.
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