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| The Captive Heart |
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The old clock is ticking now
Marks the space between us
Your memory enshrouds my heart
For I am held a captive
Sometimes my soul desires
To take leave of this old world
To spread these golden wings and fly
To the city of angels
But then if I close my eyes
I can see you standing there
Your face in permanence smiles
Your lips a chalice
Seems like I've loved you all my life
Never thought I'd find you
One day the muse may lend these words wings
So I can touch you
But hey!
Don't worry if the feelings not strong for you
I have lived my life in accordance
To the windfalls of passion
Though I know what it means
To be loved and then forgotten
I have seen too many men
Driven insane by their distractions |
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