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It started with such pretty words
The words that took one's breath away
They dripped too sweetly from his tongue
That's how it all began
 
The years, the months, the hours paved
the road that led the heart astray... 
The moment when you took his hand,
And instead of enfolding yours in his,
He shook you free, and walked away

You learned that he had feet of clay,
But that was over yesterday…

They told you he had feet of clay...
A worshipped figment you adored.                                         
But strange effect…their scoffing words
Had only made you love him more.

They told you he had feet of clay,
but pretty words led you astray
You've learned his words were mere cliché's
But that was over yesterday…

I thought that clay a playful thing.
That caring hands enhanced the view.
But clay needs fire, or it will lean,
or falls unseen, and turns into
a crumpled heap of words untrue.

They told you he had feet of clay,
But that was over yesterday…

Some stars leave holes when they are gone.
The pretty songs he left behind,
…play on and on…till day is done

You felt the pain, a restless heart ….but given time
you turned out fine….and then at last the sun had shined

They told you he had feet of clay
But that was over yesterday…

Your view of clay…did not exist.
If love is molded, planned or shaped, it isn't yours, it can't be mine.
Such empty words….you must resist
Will never stand the test of time

They told you he had feet of clay,
so be content with Auld Lang Syne
It came, then left with pretty words
You listen now, but you are cured........ 
and that began today….






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