I met your eyes in a dream,
an immediate memory.
"I should not forget," I thought,
as though they'd leave my mind.
I still see your eyes,
aside from the eyes of passers by,
in every gust of wind.
A sight to rustle trees restlessly.
I met your eyes in a dream, an immediate memory. "I should not forget," I thought, as though they'd leave my mind. I still see your eyes, aside from the eyes of passers by, in every gust of wind. A sight to rustle trees restlessly. |
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