The Mystic Eyes Of Megan
Woo-woo, The mystic eyes of Megan
paint life in blue and grey,
no glimmer of sunlight
breaks through my cloudy day:
our footprints have been erased
by the drifting breeze that
even dissolves the lovely thoughts
thoughts we wrote on the dune
with childish whim and delight,
while we hummed a happy tune...
feeling mellow, not sad!
Wpp-wooo, we resemble
dry leaves falling off
a shedding tree branch,
standing over the foggy ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn
and comfort grieving goldfinch
waiting for days in vain:
she has lost her soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
Woowoo, the mystic eyes of Megan
paint like in blue and grey,
there's no sunset, no dawn;
ditch your silly monotony,
brighten your day.
I have been patient enough
to tolerate what I don't deserve,
I have been too kind; I often laugh...
hiding this anger I would like to unnerve!
Woowoo, I am that lover who satisfies all desires
be forever true, don't cheat on me:
woowoo, this beautiful thing is simply
called love, honey;
no woman has ever told me lies,
I love endlessly,
I demand sincerity!
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