Her eyes were like a dark moon,
Nestled among white clouds.
It had enough depth,
To write a 1000 songs.
No, It ain't no solar eclipse,
Just my mind grasping,
For words from her lips.
Only way to feel alive
Is to take a dive.
Even if i don't find her this year,
Will pick up my guitar,
And make myself one more song,
At the end of this new year.
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