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Look at me. I'm
still holding on after all of these years.
Watch me run. I
still return to you. Part of you moves with me always. Part
of me will always follow you.
Moving on, there
goes another year - another year that you're not here. In
another place another time another world another life.
I'm still
looking out for the dark-shine of your eyes, your wild cascading
long black hair. I'm still reaching out for your tender hand,
soft yielding breast, the warmth of your body and your bed.
Look at me. I'm
still holding on after all of these years - holding tight
but nothing's there.
Not today. What
will tomorrow bring? Is my whole existing just consisting of
a dream that cannot be? Am I waiting in vain for some fantasy?
I'm still
watching out for the dark-shine of your eyes, your wild
cascading long black hair. I'm still reaching out for your
tender hand, soft yielding breast, the warmth of your body
and your bed.
Look at me. I'm
still holding on after all of these years. Holding tight but
nothing's there except this separation circle. Where are you? Where am I
going to?
I'm still looking
out for the dark-shine of your eyes, your wild cascading long
black hair. I'm still reaching out for your tender hand, soft
yielding breast, the warmth of your body and your bed.
I'm
still watching out for the dark-shine of your eyes, Cassandra, wild
cascading long black hair. I'm still reaching out for your tender
hand, soft yielding breast, The warmth of your body warmth
of your body warmth of your body and bed.
Dance Cassandra!
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