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He called her unforgettable,
his eyes restored her soul...
He painted scenes of promised dreams
in moments they both stole.
He called her unforgettable,
his touch erased her pain...
His voice was Passion's symphony,
each time he sighed her name.
He called her unforgettable,
then stopped calling her, at all...
And wind-swept leaves of make-believe
tore madly through her Fall.
He called her unforgettable,
though it seems she was not.
He called her unforgettable,
'til, one day, he forgot...
Last edited by Rainyshoes; 11-02-2005 at 01:30 AM..
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