i am all the words that don't come out
when you look at this world
through your hazel night
through your beautiful sadness
and the tears in your eyes
that drop for the willing of fate
the words that had no meaning
when they first touched your lips
and the scent of the back of my ears
there are yellow dogs on the street
that don't speak my language
and don't stop at my sight
the guitars that don't listen to my fingers
and the mind that has no words
as the words got no meaning
when you walked by
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