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SOB
With challenging eyes,
she looks to far horizons.
Asking one simple question
that defines her soul
"Is this all there is?"
And the horizon answered back
"I am here, come to me".
Every great explorer
has heard this call
and once answered as she
"wait for me my love,
I will search for thee"
but there is a difference,
she doesn't need a map,
seeking the horizons of the mind,
meeting the unknown
with challenging eyes.
She winks at me
with love and daring,
hoping I'll follow my dreams
as I finally let her go.
Love is a painful SOB
she looks to far horizons.
Asking one simple question
that defines her soul
"Is this all there is?"
And the horizon answered back
"I am here, come to me".
Every great explorer
has heard this call
and once answered as she
"wait for me my love,
I will search for thee"
but there is a difference,
she doesn't need a map,
seeking the horizons of the mind,
meeting the unknown
with challenging eyes.
She winks at me
with love and daring,
hoping I'll follow my dreams
as I finally let her go.
Love is a painful SOB
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