Encantations you have given me
with those eyes of many colors
you may not notice this
but when I talk to you I studder
I am not aware of what will happen
perhaps we'll be perhaps we wont
let whatever happens be for the best
I just pray that stop talking we don't
It is not yet love
what I feel for you
but perhaps it will be
if we let each other through
time is essential
and few we have left
little memories we have together
but those have been kept
our lifes have now crossed
but apart they will be,
in a few months or so you
you will have forgotten me.
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