You had eyes for only one.
Do you think Dolores thought it fun?
Always sticking to your aims.
Had your kicks, playing games.
To her thoughts, you were blind.
Locked her out, from her own kind.
You never thought Clare was a threat.
When you found out, the cast was set.
Slew him through a work of art.
Only to fall to a broken heart.
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