Fine! she said, Im going away."
"Youd better pack those bags was all I could say.
By the time I'd changed my mind
She was a figment, a dream,
As sad as it seems, so gone.
Lies! Lies!
So with an emptiness inscribed
You must avert those sorrow eyes,
For not a willow wept until the night you left
And a penultimate kiss don't taste as fervent as this, my love.
Beneath a sun that shines so bright,
Or as we're waltzing through the night
On top of cobblestones, those silent tones
Could paint a picture of you in the evening dew, alone.
Lies! Lies!
And I was wrong to dance so slow,
But I needed time to realize just where to go.
In the search to find the flower for you
I came across a poet or two.
Scarlet lies dripped from their eyes,
So take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?
I said take it from me, how bad could it be, my love?

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