I lied a lot. You have just average eyes.
And voice of yours is like of many others.
I lied I wanted back all good old times,
By having our fates tied together.
And these untroubled lineaments of yours
Not in the least can bother my night's sleeping.
And your embraces, well, it seems they were
Not deeper than the rest that I was given.
I also lied that I was following you,
That I could barely take the separation.
I lied that ever I was loving you,
I lied to myself... without persuasion.
Liar
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