Sep 2017
Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue,
Looking back as if you could warm them up.
But soon I'll forget the colour of your eyes,
and you'll forget the fire in mine
Looking back as if you could warm them up.
But soon I'll forget the colour of your eyes,
and you'll forget the fire in mine
(19/M/Canada)
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