Her eyes, her eyes, were like her eyes.
Her nose was like her nose
And that is all that I can say,
For that is how it goes.
I’ve spent my life, a hollow shell,
No peace from deep inside.
A stranger even to myself
With nowhere left to hide.
Her eyes, her eyes, those lovely eyes,
Her smile filled my soul.
No longer was there emptiness.
A temporary shoal.
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