Capture

Pride your eyes with little joy
I wonder where they are
They are just not looking for
The one who's living far

I wish for that second life
I yearn for a similar touch
I love yet envy those
Who doubt such lifes too much

And if you may drown
In beautiful eyes
Remember my heart
For it's drowning in wine

You'll be on my mind
And nowhere I will hide
For I will show to eager eyes
That willingly I sold my soul to you
And now, all of this left me blind...
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