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I'm used to waking to your face each morning
Golden eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks
I should have took your striking green eyes as a warning
Of the man who would bring everlasting tear streaks

Those glistening eyes burned a hole in my heart
Leaving it too weak to regenerate itself
My soul was tarnished by your works of art
And my mind, robbed of its good health

I keep the pain dear to me
For its all you left me with this time
Desperate is all ill ever be
For the slightest touch of your hand to mine

I know its wrong for me to love you
I've tried to hate you too the core
But it seems that each time i try forgetting you
I fall in love with you even more

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