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With him being way from my eye- I spend hours thinking what to say! But he’s contented with watching me; guarding me - like a child at play ! He let me play with fire all the way; until I burnt my wings like a butterfly! They crackled in the fire, but there was no one to hear my cry. That was the end of it- as I gazed unto the drapery & into the glaze that led me astray! My fingers felt its beads. Suprise! They too were in a medley- only they never asked why. How lucky they must be! Missing you is a fire- that won’t die, no mater how hard I try! For that, I am once again a prey- who’s lost to you in this fray. Please tell me- how can this be ok; when you’re an iternal mirage- who just wont let me be. You have no plan to stay- just as I have no plan to fly away! So lets not fool our selves into asking why; Coz we both know -away from the eye, is never away from the heart!
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