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If I were in you,
Oh wise wizard,
The first thing I'd do,
Might be a blizzard.

Maybe a fire,
To kindle my love.
Or a shire,
to fly above.

Too many tales, and much to head,
All it is, is ale, and mead.

I'm what makes the sky turn bright,
and I'm what would make it night.

I may return, I may fade away,
Maybe not, but 'til another day..

As you wave goodbye, I fade away.
Her hands were cold,
Lips frostbitten,
And she was sad and didn't know why,
And he left her,
Like out of the blue,
Dumped and damaged,
Once again,
She recalled his hot and intense kisses,
Like shot of whiskey poured down her throat,
And her mind was numb just thinking about him and his hands on her,
Pressing into her impressions that she never forget,
Grabbing, caressing and kissing,
Again and again and again,
Now all faded into the wall of memories that she have to hold back,
In order to not fall apart,
What was romance?
And why was she so hurt,
Knowing it wasn't meant to be with such a bad boy,
But to have love for once in return would be so good,
She walked on by, hoping that faithful time would heal all those wounds,
Wishing she hadn't let a guy in to ruin her world,
Letting down her guard just to simple suffer,
Oh silly beautiful girls, keep your head up and you'll find a better off man who won't just want in your pants,
For someone up there has plans that one day dreams will come true, may it be with or without a boy

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