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A short vacation from despair when I gaze at your long brown hair a short time from depression when I look at your joyful expression |
| A spark of a feeling from the ashes of love rekindled by eyes borrowed from a dove a spirit reborn by a laugh resounding hope a fleeting thought that perhaps I can cope |
| For a short while I pretend that your soft touch can mend a heart that has been broken like a toy hidden in the darkened halls, devoid of joy |
| But life of course is cruel and knows when to amuse a fool by allowing a look at an artwork that's sold to another whose heart is whole and less cold |
