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Apr 2018
Your mysterious sad eyes are imprinted in my brain
Your music fills my mind
Your piercing stare that I once enjoyed
Makes me so unkind
But all good things must come to an end
I hear it all the time
But the thought of never seeing you again makes me out of line
I tried and tried and I'll try once more
But I cannot go on without just one last score
Written by
Great Pretender
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