I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
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Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, you never noticed me.
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You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
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expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
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Let it be . . ." I considered throwing roses--thought I'd maybe
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wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection--
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but, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in
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my tragic isolation. In my fear . . . that's the way it's been
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for years. That's the way it will always be . . .
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I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty
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| The Legendary Pink Dots |
