I could sing to you of your eyes
Your hair of curls and cupids lies
Seduce you with a scoundrel’s tongue
Life’s too short, you better run

Stumble as you trip from truth
I’ve seen him before, that traitor youth
A lying lover with a heart of fire
Plucking reason from desire

Clap your hands and click your fingers
Another song could only linger
Of love and myth and glorious fiction
Tears of truth create too much friction  

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