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Eyes

Blue eyes hold ice

But they have a hidden soul.

Did I get this wrong

Or are you just being nice?

I confess they were attractive,

Or is this just a song?

I was sucked in,

I didn’t have a role,

A bit part in a play;

Living in my own hole

Of self regret.

“But, but,” I say this twice

With a look

You could slay

Any man

You want to get.

Quiet lady,

I am not finished yet.

I have loved and lost,

The cost

I have no idea to this day

But the fact that I could do it

Leaves me temperamental.

I ain’t going mental,

I was always gentle

With women this way.

I hurt no one

But I am not sentimental

Unless

I get committed. This

Is no time to take the piss.

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