A wink — a liar, you are, and your eyes;
they speak of something, but unknown;
close to the truth, but far from reality,
where the sun rises at night, sleeps with the sand, and mourns.
Tomorrow, maybe, it rains; but beneath the shelter,
the one I call mine, and the other of lies —
but time will pass, and life moves on,
and tonight, I have you in my heart.
I can feel it, my heart, miles apart;
and every time I try to part it down,
it runs back to you,
with every thought that crosses my mind.
Though you live in my heart,
the rain today will end, and shine;
over the ray hidden in you,
time will win back my love…
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