He never saw her smile,
Her wonderful different style.
He had her face in front of his eyes,
He didn't see it that she cries.
and he didn't know how she looked.
He dreamed of her voice every night,
He didn't know that her voice was light.
He looked in the mirror every morning.
She was still smudging.
Still, he won't forget her face.
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