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Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind.
I was too touched to see you clearly,
Far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you,
Who's world I had designed,
But the sweet smoke came with mirrors and it brought tears to my wide eyes.
Dying just to see you...
Dying since I misconstrued your blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling,
Words I won't forget.
I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette.
Oh I saw you every time I closed my eyes,
In the Hughes film I had scored, produced and starred in, in my mind.
I could recite you, well, I'd written every line...
But you strayed far from my flawless script on which I'd spent a lifetime!
Falling over dead.
Dying since I had misread your blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling,
Words I won't forget.
I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette.