when i said that i tore the picture of you long hidden
in the pages of my love book
i thought i have found the escape from this ancient longing
and that i am already free from this
old flame
yes, i tore every fiber, every print of your face only to find
that tonight your face lives forever
inside my heart
when i sleep, i close my eyes only to see once again
there and i gaze at you in total surrender
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