[l:Salles m:Gama]
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I never thought one so lonely as though,
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Amidst the ever repeating sunset play,
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Gaze through my eyes and into my thoughts.
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Your dark eyes darken with the deepest clouds.
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Deep as bleak moors in the winter's breeze.
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I watch upon your bloodless skin so smooth.
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I watch and wonder: Why do you not move?
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Through My Eyes
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| Avec Tristesse |
