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False Hope
The passing glance, That singular moment in time.
The soft smile, That beautiful shade of red.
The turn now facing me, That wonderful rush of joy.
The look of love in your eyes, That pain as my heart begins to skip.
The man behind me moves in, That must be your husband...
False Hope, yet again...
The soft smile, That beautiful shade of red.
The turn now facing me, That wonderful rush of joy.
The look of love in your eyes, That pain as my heart begins to skip.
The man behind me moves in, That must be your husband...
False Hope, yet again...
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