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It's your eyes I recall
wide clear eyes that enthral your eyes that never cry no, they don't ever cry Because you, without whys gave the curtest goodbye because behind those eyes beats a heart made of ice It's not love that I feel when the thought of you comes to my mind it's not love that was real not a love that was kind Think that not, it's not true when I think of my sour past with you when remembrances rise I see just your clear eyes They were distant, I felt with that look from above your wide eyes would not melt even when we made love And if you will return I will love you as I've always done a vain dream, nice like none that is gone in the morn But your wide eyes, my dear your eyes wide and ice-clear should you not come back, yet I will never forget [traduzione di Renzo Pin] |