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You're tragically beautiful I'm soulfully scorn The bow is busted And the rudder is worn There's no logic for lovers When it's singular tense A fascination for fools Drawn by some sixth sense Deaf to calm waters Rogue's have no port Set their compass towards love Only to come up short I guess I should learn a lesson In my search for someone new But your deceptions breed contempt You'll burn with these pictures of you Kevin J Simon |