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If
If you were the last man on Earth,
I'd move to Mars, gaze at the stars,
heal the scars.
If I remembered your eyes,
I'd recall the lies, listen to MY sighs,
begin to be wise.
If I pictured your face,
I'd feel the distate, think of the waste,
move with haste.
If you tried to come near,
I'd taste the fear, wipe the tears,
and dissappear.
