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looking at you is like
looking at a scar
a constant reminder of what once was
looking at a scar
a constant reminder of what once was
like an exploded star
that we witness far too late
or a crater on the surface
that bore the impact of fate
She is in love
with God and the falling rain
A lover caught in a lover’s refrain
A passenger on passing trains
she roams and roams the barren plains
They are in love
with God and beautiful things
Two wanderers, each searching for their other wing
In hopeful prayer they greet each spring
anxiously awaiting what kismet brings
Though paths may cross and they find one another
will they recognize the gaze of their fated lover
Or searching,
searching will they ever remain
forever seeking poetic rain