| Eyes of sienna muse and dance
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| To our tune of subtle romance
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| Exchanging of conversing stares
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| Casts a tune so potent, so rich, so rare
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| Eyes that speak whispering words and more
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| Gentle images opens dream’s door
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| So graphically elicit so delicately explicit
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| Is your beauty and every gaze
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| Trapped in this routine so shapeless
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| But I can’t let myself speak nonsense
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| Such a trivial thing those first words
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| And who am I but a songless bird
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| Forever in need of substance
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| But won’t find it in that empty dance
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| You deserve so much more
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| I want to give what I adore
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| My heart bleeds it’s bloodied tune
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| A silent serenade for you
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| Can’t find the words to articulate
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| A fantastic text to saturate
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| With these words I shall release myself
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| From your eyes to be never confined
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| I can’t speak empty words
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| So is silence the option?
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| The comforting warmth of absent phrase
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| Trust in the quite dignity of sight
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| Where are the impeccable lines?
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| Where are golden stanzas, surreal?
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| The couplets of rich poetry?
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| Dancing words of passion and romance? |