The smoke I exhale drifts by,
Under the blue sky,
And I like smoke fade away.
All that I am is decay,
A broken hearts dream,
There I wish I could of stayed,
I saw her face in my dream,
and her lost longing gaze,
But her eyes have since strayed.
I am ephemeral smoke,
An old toxic air,
Lost and alone in despair,
But I am only decay,
And as smoke will fade,
But I wish I could of stayed.
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