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I look in the mirror At the lines on my face where she used to make me laugh, I see before me the sun, which used to rise in hers,
Now upon the setting of that sun, in those same eyes, I watch her heart turn to stone. As the sun is devoured by a thirsty horizon, I see the love in her eyes grow cold, The soothing tone of her voice grows raspy and hard, I gently touch her shoulder to remind her that I still exist, But her memory is lost, And her feelings are cast upon the sand, I stand in an empty room, I will stand here under heaven forever, Under which we were the same soul, And wonder what made her forget that she loved me. In the shadows of my mind, The memory of her face, Appears in shades of gray, Which my heart attempts to translate Into shades of black and white.
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