Now I don't think that you
Are all you claim to be
Because you hold the key
To my heart
And if art could be true
Why then I'd be with you
But you see that we
are always apart
Oh hold the moon in your hands
I will try to hold the sun in mine
But you should choose the
Silver dart
Just know that the golden arrow
Hit my heart
In the day I love you
But in the night I love art
And I paint your image
In my head
If you ever shed a tear
Then remember me dear
For I will remember you
When you're dead
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