I danced with a man today.
He had your eyes.
Oh, how those eyes made me weep.
Pure sorrow.
What a strange day it was.
To see your eyes.
Looking into mine.
Again.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
I danced with a man today.
He had your eyes.
Oh, how those eyes made me weep.
Pure sorrow.
What a strange day it was.
To see your eyes.
Looking into mine.
Again.
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