Varian: Hands touch eyes meet sudden silence sudden heat hearts leap in a giddy whirl she could be the girl but I'm not that boy. Don't dream too far don't lose sight of who you are, don't remember that rush of joy she could be that girl but I'm not the boy.
Varian: Every so often we long to steal to the land of "What-Might-Have-Been" but that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in blithe smile, lithe limb she who's winsome, she wins her.
Varian: Gold hair with a gentle curl that's the girl she chose and heaven knows I'm not that boy don't wish don't start wishing only wounds the heart I wasn't born for the rose and pearl there's a girl I know she loves her so I'm not that boy
