"Your eyes don't shine/
like they used to shine/
And the thrill is gone/
When your lips meet mine/
I'm afraid the masquerade is over/
and so is love/
and so is love"
But, c'mon, he's talking about is mum, right?
I mean, he was just twelve, for Christ sake.
20190922
#1987 (a R.C.)
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