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Nostalgia
A man tries to come into terms with a love he lost. |
| The sun shines on your pretty face Revealing a glitter of beauty within your deep brown eyes My heart skips a beat and then a pace.. But then, I realize: this is all a lie I wake up from this fantasy of mine This love is nothing but the past You were nothing but red wine Happiness which didnt last. For the sake of my sanity Which no longer feels secure From your heartbreaking vanity I will find a cure I will break free from this tyranny Of love and despair And live forever happily With whom none can compare So how does it feel like To no longer control A heart that would have hiked Everest and beyond |