don-moore - Hello Poetry

Flipping, flickering through the air Darting from branch to branch Caught at times by the slight breeze Alighting, picking at plants tiny seeds But, with one eye always seeking motion Trees, bushes bound by their deep needs Bare your weight without a frown And as you lift to seek another perch Those branches hardly ever move So delicate your grasping wee feet Your eyes so bright and shining I watch silent as you land at my toes You and I, we know each other well Me, I’ve seen you so very many times Either fathers, mothers, here you dwell Drop brown bread crumbs for you See your toes check, before you peck So I’m lost gazing, my love for you true Then away you flit, dart back to tree Leaving me behind, somewhat forlorn However I know it’s better that you’re free

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC

Little Friend.

Flipping, flickering through the air Darting from branch to branch Caught at times by the slight breeze Alighting, picking at plants tiny seeds But, with one eye always seeking motion Trees, bushes bound by their deep needs Bare your weight without a frown And as you lift to seek another perch Those branches hardly ever move So delicate your grasping wee feet Your eyes so bright and shining I watch silent as you land at my toes You and I, we know each other well Me, I’ve seen you so very many times Either fathers, mothers, here you dwell Drop brown bread crumbs for you See your toes check, before you peck So I’m lost gazing, my love for you true Then away you flit, dart back to tree Leaving me behind, somewhat forlorn However I know it’s better that you’re free

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Seeing now that photograph of that little boy Now taken so very long ago, that was then, me I sit now, looking back through each and every day Dreaming of those halcyon times, pondering the past Those days long ago where I once picked wild flowers I wonder just how so many days have quickly passed This a puzzle that I just cannot now ever understand I wonder how those days flew past just so very fast One moment I was young, then now, I’m suddenly old Time silently trickling past, days now so long gone Black, sun up, sun down, another time now turned over Day after day, much passes now spent looking backward Faces fluttering, dreaming of those people now gone Some were bad, some were ugly, others I then loved Push, pull, life tugging until I write of my deep emotions The most important, life lived and also loves occasion’s Now staring, I lie here today, looking always rearward Realising how time does fly, and then slips past so easily Pleasures, regrets, those wasted times I never shall forget Always moving onwards, until the last bell for me chimes Heart torn, tortured by these immensely deep thoughts Those that I lost, comrades from my darkest long gone The need to write down, of those long lost days of daring do But finally realising sadness, those days now long past

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 11:19 AM UTC

Silent Stealthy Life

Seeing now that photograph of that little boy Now taken so very long ago, that was then, me I sit now, looking back through each and every day Dreaming of those halcyon times, pondering the past Those days long ago where I once picked wild flowers I wonder just how so many days have quickly passed This a puzzle that I just cannot now ever understand I wonder how those days flew past just so very fast One moment I was young, then now, I’m suddenly old Time silently trickling past, days now so long gone Black, sun up, sun down, another time now turned over Day after day, much passes now spent looking backward Faces fluttering, dreaming of those people now gone Some were bad, some were ugly, others I then loved Push, pull, life tugging until I write of my deep emotions The most important, life lived and also loves occasion’s Now staring, I lie here today, looking always rearward Realising how time does fly, and then slips past so easily Pleasures, regrets, those wasted times I never shall forget Always moving onwards, until the last bell for me chimes Heart torn, tortured by these immensely deep thoughts Those that I lost, comrades from my darkest long gone The need to write down, of those long lost days of daring do But finally realising sadness, those days now long past

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Dark skies, whirring overlooking Illumination light, clear of clouds Clutching, rising, bird flocks blooming Gathering in denuded trees in crowds A year ago, here I sat watching these They came back, and now, leave again Lifting, scattering, flocking in the breeze Gathering, as to fight without bloodstain Heavens above full of dusty birds in flight Whirring, whirling from one shape to another Nearing winters sun, breaks through bright How they flit and play, as if to some conductor There, so very high above in murmurations Never lost from my sight as they dip and sway Up, down, dancing with their leaving aspirations For times span, they’ve swayed dark skies grey

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 11:08 AM UTC

Starling Murmurations.

Dark skies, whirring overlooking Illumination light, clear of clouds Clutching, rising, bird flocks blooming Gathering in denuded trees in crowds A year ago, here I sat watching these They came back, and now, leave again Lifting, scattering, flocking in the breeze Gathering, as to fight without bloodstain Heavens above full of dusty birds in flight Whirring, whirling from one shape to another Nearing winters sun, breaks through bright How they flit and play, as if to some conductor There, so very high above in murmurations Never lost from my sight as they dip and sway Up, down, dancing with their leaving aspirations For times span, they’ve swayed dark skies grey

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‘A tribute to my lost friend, the wonderful artist Alex Pointer, who chose to illustrate one of my poems, and who has sadly left this realm last year.’ Lost to the secret valley… Time now is vast, all over for you, leaving so fast Drifting, twirling, to find a home on the grass Ground soft beneath your feet, sky above blue Standing quietly, focus , take in all of the view This place, this beauty, it’s where your Pan lives Then a tiny touch from behind, now you draw breath Not turning, but you can feel his warmth on your nape Clops, as he moves off jingling, his big toes scrape A horn blows quiet at first, then strident as he passes Here now, you’re left far behind, feet in cool grasses Just staring over this place of which you’ve just read Wonderful land, where now you lie, with all you need Before and below, an amazing valley with small stream Gazing down, seeing this languid water, seems a dream First step tentative, but you have confidence in this gorge Over the edge, slipping slightly, yet downward you forge In grass underfoot, rustles abound, there tiny creatures run Further down, birds lift to the sky, all gone, one by one Turn to look back, your face saddens, torn by lost faces Tears ***** your eyes, remembering husband, heart races In your mind, children, pictures, paintings, now sadly bygone A scant breeze kisses, cleaning your cheeks of love forlorn Here in this valley, a halfway place, memories of your reading An intense desire to paint pictures of another’s life bleeding Foot follows foot as you slowly descend into this other’s story Gazing in wonder at this real scene, know that this is Lordly Awareness of toes firm in ground, experiencing grass growth Then near tiny river before you, waiting something you hate Dark, black, bad, and evil, something affecting your life’s fate But as you approach, there before you in glory, bright Pan Brown face, shows both love and sadness, looks to your eyes Then standing proudly, lifts arm, killing it, watching as it dies Turns to you, tears on his face, quietly tells of his affection For you, for your spouse, your family, your life, its perfection With hands he reaches, your fingers he grips, you feel love Then you know his warmth, and you stare into the sky above Pan leads you slowly to the flowing water, there swim fish Flashing many magical colours, waters stirring, tails swish Rustles from behind, tell of much life abounding, if unseen Pan then points downstream towards the sea, land between You let go his hand, walk then beneath the overhanging trees Scented flowers assault your nostrils, plants you squeeze Turn to gaze back, in the distance, you now hear Pan’s trill That pain, the loss you felt, now lost, river running, ears fill Clutching branches, feel their roughness, experience their life Happiness fills your heart, all sadness trimmed by Pan’s knife No more pain, no sense of loss, for you know all will join you Husband, family, friends, not lost, just delayed, this be true Here now, you remember a story you read, one of this very land How you’d loved, drawn and painted, led by his writing hand You’d wished for his wisdom to be real, and here you finally are Free at last to live amongst flowers, existing as if a bright star This chapter in his story written for you to read, gives solace Moving forward along the river, you seek your now final place Bees buzzing, birds flit, over the clear blue water insects fly Bright yellow daffodils on the grass, iris by water flowing by Red wild roses climb the trees, rapidly rapping their branches Vividly coloured damsels whirring, hunting things dancing All this, and much more, the further you progress towards sea Slowly, one sight to another, you know sea will set you free Always pushing forwards, closer, looking to that shining sea Buds, flowers, fruits, together now appear here, all three You pluck a fruit you’ve never seen before, of various colours Tastes so sweet, flavour unknown, stopping by wild flowers Here momentarily you feel the need to take a long, long rest Yet suddenly feel that moving would best, as just a guest Fruit juice drips from your chin, on hitting ground, grows on Here everything seems so alive, constant death then birth Seemingly this is the Goddesses halfway house to reality By the green sea, you somehow know she awaits with vitality Onward you press, to see a young woman who awaits you Dressed in silvery blue, stands out, yet is a beautiful view Saying nothing, she lets you pass, closer you feel a freeze Temperature continues to drop, made worse by breeze And then she’s far behind, winter now long far away and gone Through the still waving branches, there appears another This woman dressed as spring, has come, wears bright greens Approaching, she smiles, waves arm, sends warmer scenes Onwards past, now ahead by the trees, appearing, another This one dazzling like summer, you pass, she’s like a mother Smells of love, hope, and forever after, reminds of happy days Here now the trees branches thin, into sight, red, brown blaze Closer, another woman, stunning beauty, she now awaits, you Her arms outstretched, you grasp her hands, leads to sea Impending final ending, you are led to the one true Goddess Here her daughter Autumn stops before her beloved mistress You feel warm, loved, as your life before you, suddenly flashes This higher power, touches you, behind her the sea crashes Home you feel, all painful essences revealed, but gone forever Brightest of purest hope, as here, now you finally surrender Lift, fly far away, safe from all man’s wrath and harm, now hope Behind those you love so much, but know be with you soon And as the sun fades on another day, shining bright you alight Travel distant stars, ride upon different skies, live with delight Behind husband mourns and cry’s with family and friends near But know this, only the bright stars die young, this sadly clear

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC

Lost to the secret valley.

‘A tribute to my lost friend, the wonderful artist Alex Pointer, who chose to illustrate one of my poems, and who has sadly left this realm last year.’ Lost to the secret valley… Time now is vast, all over for you, leaving so fast Drifting, twirling, to find a home on the grass Ground soft beneath your feet, sky above blue Standing quietly, focus , take in all of the view This place, this beauty, it’s where your Pan lives Then a tiny touch from behind, now you draw breath Not turning, but you can feel his warmth on your nape Clops, as he moves off jingling, his big toes scrape A horn blows quiet at first, then strident as he passes Here now, you’re left far behind, feet in cool grasses Just staring over this place of which you’ve just read Wonderful land, where now you lie, with all you need Before and below, an amazing valley with small stream Gazing down, seeing this languid water, seems a dream First step tentative, but you have confidence in this gorge Over the edge, slipping slightly, yet downward you forge In grass underfoot, rustles abound, there tiny creatures run Further down, birds lift to the sky, all gone, one by one Turn to look back, your face saddens, torn by lost faces Tears ***** your eyes, remembering husband, heart races In your mind, children, pictures, paintings, now sadly bygone A scant breeze kisses, cleaning your cheeks of love forlorn Here in this valley, a halfway place, memories of your reading An intense desire to paint pictures of another’s life bleeding Foot follows foot as you slowly descend into this other’s story Gazing in wonder at this real scene, know that this is Lordly Awareness of toes firm in ground, experiencing grass growth Then near tiny river before you, waiting something you hate Dark, black, bad, and evil, something affecting your life’s fate But as you approach, there before you in glory, bright Pan Brown face, shows both love and sadness, looks to your eyes Then standing proudly, lifts arm, killing it, watching as it dies Turns to you, tears on his face, quietly tells of his affection For you, for your spouse, your family, your life, its perfection With hands he reaches, your fingers he grips, you feel love Then you know his warmth, and you stare into the sky above Pan leads you slowly to the flowing water, there swim fish Flashing many magical colours, waters stirring, tails swish Rustles from behind, tell of much life abounding, if unseen Pan then points downstream towards the sea, land between You let go his hand, walk then beneath the overhanging trees Scented flowers assault your nostrils, plants you squeeze Turn to gaze back, in the distance, you now hear Pan’s trill That pain, the loss you felt, now lost, river running, ears fill Clutching branches, feel their roughness, experience their life Happiness fills your heart, all sadness trimmed by Pan’s knife No more pain, no sense of loss, for you know all will join you Husband, family, friends, not lost, just delayed, this be true Here now, you remember a story you read, one of this very land How you’d loved, drawn and painted, led by his writing hand You’d wished for his wisdom to be real, and here you finally are Free at last to live amongst flowers, existing as if a bright star This chapter in his story written for you to read, gives solace Moving forward along the river, you seek your now final place Bees buzzing, birds flit, over the clear blue water insects fly Bright yellow daffodils on the grass, iris by water flowing by Red wild roses climb the trees, rapidly rapping their branches Vividly coloured damsels whirring, hunting things dancing All this, and much more, the further you progress towards sea Slowly, one sight to another, you know sea will set you free Always pushing forwards, closer, looking to that shining sea Buds, flowers, fruits, together now appear here, all three You pluck a fruit you’ve never seen before, of various colours Tastes so sweet, flavour unknown, stopping by wild flowers Here momentarily you feel the need to take a long, long rest Yet suddenly feel that moving would best, as just a guest Fruit juice drips from your chin, on hitting ground, grows on Here everything seems so alive, constant death then birth Seemingly this is the Goddesses halfway house to reality By the green sea, you somehow know she awaits with vitality Onward you press, to see a young woman who awaits you Dressed in silvery blue, stands out, yet is a beautiful view Saying nothing, she lets you pass, closer you feel a freeze Temperature continues to drop, made worse by breeze And then she’s far behind, winter now long far away and gone Through the still waving branches, there appears another This woman dressed as spring, has come, wears bright greens Approaching, she smiles, waves arm, sends warmer scenes Onwards past, now ahead by the trees, appearing, another This one dazzling like summer, you pass, she’s like a mother Smells of love, hope, and forever after, reminds of happy days Here now the trees branches thin, into sight, red, brown blaze Closer, another woman, stunning beauty, she now awaits, you Her arms outstretched, you grasp her hands, leads to sea Impending final ending, you are led to the one true Goddess Here her daughter Autumn stops before her beloved mistress You feel warm, loved, as your life before you, suddenly flashes This higher power, touches you, behind her the sea crashes Home you feel, all painful essences revealed, but gone forever Brightest of purest hope, as here, now you finally surrender Lift, fly far away, safe from all man’s wrath and harm, now hope Behind those you love so much, but know be with you soon And as the sun fades on another day, shining bright you alight Travel distant stars, ride upon different skies, live with delight Behind husband mourns and cry’s with family and friends near But know this, only the bright stars die young, this sadly clear

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When I look in your eyes I never want to grow old, I despise all of my silver and gold, and when I look into your heart I see blood like wine you and I we are like cups Filled to the brim with life Glasses running over if you could see yourself Like I see you When I look in your face I see naivety so pure and yet you have a heart That yearns and yearns when I look in your face I see life and love seasons defined The colour of the skies this I see in your eyes but as you get older You will come to know better And all of this beauty Will change and not for the better

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC

Your face - Your eyes

When I look in your eyes I never want to grow old, I despise all of my silver and gold, and when I look into your heart I see blood like wine you and I we are like cups Filled to the brim with life Glasses running over if you could see yourself Like I see you When I look in your face I see naivety so pure and yet you have a heart That yearns and yearns when I look in your face I see life and love seasons defined The colour of the skies this I see in your eyes but as you get older You will come to know better And all of this beauty Will change and not for the better

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When no one is looking, words burst from my head Inside my skull are colours, scents and sounds And my life is played out to a relentless sonorous soundtrack Sometimes the music collapses with waves of resonance And in others it is plucked like strings, individual and soft It’s perceived by my inner ear, it’s not for others to hear When I am out of sight, I’m truly at my very best For life is like a swirling whirl of different shades Different shapes and forms, some almost difficult to perceive I try to put these on paper, shape the thoughts that I have But the best, these arrive in the depth of the gloom And in the early morning, they are once again forgotten These words that slip through the fingers of my recollection Flowing with the brightest of sparks, glowing embers of ideas Impressions lost in the falling mornings sunlight In front of my keyboard I then sit, puzzled chin in hand Fingers tap the keys and yet nothing of excellence appears So another day, with the words remaining inside my head

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC

Inside My Head

When no one is looking, words burst from my head Inside my skull are colours, scents and sounds And my life is played out to a relentless sonorous soundtrack Sometimes the music collapses with waves of resonance And in others it is plucked like strings, individual and soft It’s perceived by my inner ear, it’s not for others to hear When I am out of sight, I’m truly at my very best For life is like a swirling whirl of different shades Different shapes and forms, some almost difficult to perceive I try to put these on paper, shape the thoughts that I have But the best, these arrive in the depth of the gloom And in the early morning, they are once again forgotten These words that slip through the fingers of my recollection Flowing with the brightest of sparks, glowing embers of ideas Impressions lost in the falling mornings sunlight In front of my keyboard I then sit, puzzled chin in hand Fingers tap the keys and yet nothing of excellence appears So another day, with the words remaining inside my head

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There are times when I see you Times I see you unexpectedly It’s then that I feel you squeeze my heart Maybe you touch me from behind Gently lay your hands upon me Stroke my shoulders, thats when I know Walking in the park when we are alone Sometimes then when we touch That’s when my feelings for you grow When you leave my side I am bereft I know you have to go but each parting hurts I wonder will you return and hope you do Am I so greedy of my time with you Do others notice how I feel Does my adoration or pain show within my eyes When you return I silently cry out to your presence And yet in reality I make no sound Treasuring just the slightest touch of your lips Seasons come around and travel upon their paths Another year is gone, but I feel always the same I would wait for your caress even if you had gone I know within my heart that one day we will part The pain of love would then render my heart torn Perhaps it’s selfish but I hope it’s me that’s first To imagine your demise is inconceivable for me To dwell on this I know I would die myself For the future would hold no reason For the seasons to turn without you For the holidays to arrive with no twinkle in your eye This I could not endure and I would have to pass But for the moments I have left, you are near For the time we are together I am grateful And for each and everyday you squeeze my heart

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC

My Heart Upon My Breast

There are times when I see you Times I see you unexpectedly It’s then that I feel you squeeze my heart Maybe you touch me from behind Gently lay your hands upon me Stroke my shoulders, thats when I know Walking in the park when we are alone Sometimes then when we touch That’s when my feelings for you grow When you leave my side I am bereft I know you have to go but each parting hurts I wonder will you return and hope you do Am I so greedy of my time with you Do others notice how I feel Does my adoration or pain show within my eyes When you return I silently cry out to your presence And yet in reality I make no sound Treasuring just the slightest touch of your lips Seasons come around and travel upon their paths Another year is gone, but I feel always the same I would wait for your caress even if you had gone I know within my heart that one day we will part The pain of love would then render my heart torn Perhaps it’s selfish but I hope it’s me that’s first To imagine your demise is inconceivable for me To dwell on this I know I would die myself For the future would hold no reason For the seasons to turn without you For the holidays to arrive with no twinkle in your eye This I could not endure and I would have to pass But for the moments I have left, you are near For the time we are together I am grateful And for each and everyday you squeeze my heart

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Dark yet light Warm yet cold Rough yet smooth Old yet young Many yet one Remembers love engraved Forever without sin, waving in the wind Bent with force, bows its head And yet, looks straight ahead Stands still and silent its feet entrenched Sometimes clothed, sometimes naked to the eye Strong and straight or gnarled and bent Shaded or stark it welcomes light Grows mighty from so small Features colours red, green and gold Casts open its arms for all to behold A perch, a home, an attitude of strength Somewhere to climb when child like And some would call it home within its arms Reaches to the sky that it embraces Knows the aroma of many places And sometimes bears wonderful presents Or foods of foreign resources on platters of clay It holds silver, stainless steel and gold And with parchment like sails It would carry you off to lands and strange places We take its worth without thought We laden it with our burden We drink in its presence without thought We eat at its heart, for which it never complains This is the magnificence of woodland Oak.

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC

The Mighty

Dark yet light Warm yet cold Rough yet smooth Old yet young Many yet one Remembers love engraved Forever without sin, waving in the wind Bent with force, bows its head And yet, looks straight ahead Stands still and silent its feet entrenched Sometimes clothed, sometimes naked to the eye Strong and straight or gnarled and bent Shaded or stark it welcomes light Grows mighty from so small Features colours red, green and gold Casts open its arms for all to behold A perch, a home, an attitude of strength Somewhere to climb when child like And some would call it home within its arms Reaches to the sky that it embraces Knows the aroma of many places And sometimes bears wonderful presents Or foods of foreign resources on platters of clay It holds silver, stainless steel and gold And with parchment like sails It would carry you off to lands and strange places We take its worth without thought We laden it with our burden We drink in its presence without thought We eat at its heart, for which it never complains This is the magnificence of woodland Oak.

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Sung with an English Folk accent... To sing with friends and comrades To click our pots together To wrestle with our arms To feel we are free even when we're not Tell me Ma'am where my countries gone said one lad to another Our futures grey our fortunes uncertain But for queen and country here we go Our pockets empty, Our last drink drunk The pretty girls we fight for they are back home safe and sound But waiting with their maybe black best dresses And they'll be yearning for our safe return But some us won't make it, some not to return The rest will always silently cry into their now empty pots And their women will be grieving It was all for queen and country said one lad to the other Tell me ma'am where my countries gone..?

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC

Patriot...

Sung with an English Folk accent... To sing with friends and comrades To click our pots together To wrestle with our arms To feel we are free even when we're not Tell me Ma'am where my countries gone said one lad to another Our futures grey our fortunes uncertain But for queen and country here we go Our pockets empty, Our last drink drunk The pretty girls we fight for they are back home safe and sound But waiting with their maybe black best dresses And they'll be yearning for our safe return But some us won't make it, some not to return The rest will always silently cry into their now empty pots And their women will be grieving It was all for queen and country said one lad to the other Tell me ma'am where my countries gone..?

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I'm not alone, although sometimes I think I am Sometimes I shoulder the woes of the world And sometimes I pretend I don't care But always behind my smile is a cry for love The need for comfort and affection And yet sometimes I'd say that wasn't so. I'm not alone, I'm surrounded in the wool of adoration But sometimes everything seems so far away And sometimes there just isn't a shoulder to cry on That's when my smiles at its very widest Sometimes I will shoulder all my woes And sometimes I pretend that I just don't care It's at times like this that my eyes tell the real truth. And it's then that sometimes I need you the most.

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC

Disability...

I'm not alone, although sometimes I think I am Sometimes I shoulder the woes of the world And sometimes I pretend I don't care But always behind my smile is a cry for love The need for comfort and affection And yet sometimes I'd say that wasn't so. I'm not alone, I'm surrounded in the wool of adoration But sometimes everything seems so far away And sometimes there just isn't a shoulder to cry on That's when my smiles at its very widest Sometimes I will shoulder all my woes And sometimes I pretend that I just don't care It's at times like this that my eyes tell the real truth. And it's then that sometimes I need you the most.

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