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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.