brighter than the brightest day of May.
From heart to lips, from lips to eyes and there to stay.
Wish I could capture her smile in a bottle,
what fine remedy it would make
for this sweet heartache.
She looked at me today,
and then she looked away, like from carcass a tigress stray.
The light of her eye was not meant to shine this way.
Wish I could erase the memory of her smile,
what fine remedy it would make
for this needless heartache.
(2001)
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