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TheFlyingEpergne

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Smile for me, one last time

Smile for me, one last time
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Sometimes I lie there, making up speeches of
How much I think about you and your smile
But when I roll over and tears hit the pillow
I know your leaving will only take time

You look so pretty with eyes full of green
I lie in bed drenched with eyes built of brown
Writing these poems of you and your ways
But then your not being here, it brings me down

Strings on a harp, the keys on a piano
Nothing is sweeter than words with your voice
You’re guilty for making me compliment you
But really we both know I don’t have much choice

I wish I could be the person who plays
The part in your life, who stands by your side
I can’t get enough of you…

… You and your smile





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