She stares with longing at a porcelain figurine
A tiny dancer, silently posed in mock plie
Attached to a box that holds trinkets of dreams unpaid
She opens, looks, then sighs
At a profile so smooth, she must feel against her skin
An ancient queen on the locket of her favourite cameo
Given to her with love oh so long ago
The inscription’s lost detail
When did her eyes become so frail
She remembers the man
Oh so gentle the man
That delivered with pride
The tender words inside
Saying Chloe! You thief
You’ve stolen my heart
Keep it, it’s yours
It’s always been
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Yours to command
Regrets are damnable, they’re always in the way
They haunt you they taunt you
Believing that in years all becomes clean
Forgiving, passive, enlightening becomes serene
Who ever thought that it could burn this way
She remembers the man
Oh so gentle the man
That delivered with pride
The tender words inside
Saying Chloe! You thief
You’ve stolen my heart
Keep it, it’s yours
You know it’s always been
l8,21208e19211623m,,18s
Yours to command
She stares with longing at a porcelain figurine
A tiny dancer, silently posed in mock plie
Attached to a box that holds trinkets of dreams unpaid
She opens, looks, then sighs
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