As he looked into her eyes,
Whispering softly,
Into her ears,
the same old lies,
I knew he found the key,
The key to her soul,
As he had her beaming,
With a smile so beautiful,
Her smile was a scene,
A scene to behold and cherish,
I saw the lies becoming real,
And that moment, I knew it,
That it was over for a Casanova.
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