a soft piano accompaniment emphasizes the poetic nature of the lyrics
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You smile and pour us some Merlot
Till one glass seems to overflow
I loosen the velvet ribbon
Admiring the card you’ve written
I must say, but don’t know how to…
“I am not yours, not lost in you.”
You are a welcome interlude
You taunt and tease my solitude
I’d like to share my crescent moons
My sunny summer afternoons
With you but… No! I am (you see),
Not lost, although I long to be.
Little white lies may turn to black
So take your scented roses back
This glistening sapphire too
I yearn for mauve, not red and blue.
Please let me be…Forsaken soon,
Lost as a candle, lit at noon.
Below a limpid winter sky
One last reply, one last goodbye.
Look up, you might see me falling
Spiralling, floating, embracing
My crystallized identity,
Lost as a snowflake, in the sea.
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