dragonflies
Like dragonflies on the breeze,the sound of the wind in the trees,
love that is lost and can't be found,
a heart that lies broken on the ground.
like the face of yours that is not around
just like the love that cannot be found,
I look around and you're not there
just like the clothes you used to wear.
This heart of mine,broken and blue
just like the song of love so true.
So I muster the strength to say goodbye,
just like the wings of an eagle,fly
Love that is lost still can never die
I look around and wonder why?
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