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Sparkling eyes I left behind
When I turned and walked away. âMy heart is here for you to findâ, I wish I did, but couldnât say. I took a step⌠and then another, Hoping she wonât let me go, But why care? Why bother? Why just yell with feeling: âno!â? So I left straight for a train, Bought a ticket far away, Praying to leave without pain And hoping for a better day. ⌠When the time for my leave came, My train was quiet, far away, Just like her, just the same, With an eight minutes delay. I was forced in endless wait, All those minutes were just lies, I had turned to curse my fate And I saw her sparkling eyes. Stunned of what became to be, Wondering why she was there, Watching as she came to me And thinking: âbut she didnât care!â. She approached and hugged me tight, Just as my train was due, It arrived, the time was right, But who cared? I hugged her too. It called for me and then took off, With no ticket bought in vain âCause my train was mine enough, It went far and took my pain. Then she said she found my heart And I understood her fears, Then our story gained a start And those sparkles were her tears.
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