The golden smile of the sunlight's glint
Off of your hair is, in your case, redundant.
More unique is your mind, like a well,
Which never runs dry, deep from heaven to hell,
Learning and knowing joy everywhere.
I said I'd like to take you anywhere,
But you said no,
and I've cursed more at traffic.
I know that behind every decisive, desperate moment
Are hours of time wasted, not knowing what I want.
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