I fell for you from my full height, and you Were flowers, madness -- I was drunk with spring, With you, my hero and my perfect thing. Your names were all the magic words I knew.
And when I found the nerve to tell you so, You softly answered that you did not care For me or anything that we might share -- But softly, like the wind that follows snow.
So what are you when I forget your smile? A dream I sometimes mention to my friends When we eat jam and crackers on my bed ANd listen to the rain fall for a while.
It's strange that love's a story when it ends, Blue words on pages -- were they ever said?
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