It seems so long since I sifted memories for our love,
Forgotten track on the rack by our voices which was once sung;
Looking back hurt and happiness mixed as I forget the reasons,
Just why we stopped loving the fairytale we both believed in
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But I miss the fire, that fulfilled my desire,
Lighting up the stars lovingly in your eyes;
They still hypnotise, tingle me inside,
Make me wish – we could dance again…
Because I miss the fire, that fulfilled my desire,
Lighting up the stars lovingly in your eyes;
They still hypnotise, tingle me inside,
Make me wish – we could dance again.
.
Memories…
raise sadness and pain bringing back the meaning:
Ship lost out in a storm, battling that lonely feeling,
Every moment a new fight, struggling with all might,
To carry on where it doesn’t belong…
Then I see your face, with your smile…
.
And I miss the fire, that fulfilled my desire,
Lighting up the stars lovingly in your eyes;
They still hypnotise, tingle me inside,
Make me wish – we could dance again…
Because I miss the fire, that fulfilled my desire,
Lighting up the stars lovingly in your eyes;
They still hypnotise, tingle me inside,
Make me wish – we could dance again.
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I think I know how Vincent felt. When the work is not viewed and shared, the artist loses hope, and the birth of new art ceases to be imagined
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