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As I sat in the car
I thought of your eyes,
They rippled like water
As blue as the skies.
I thought of the fire
That burned in your mind
And saw all the beauty
With a love that was blind.
As I sat in the car
With the skies pouring rain
Your very last words
Etched into my brain.
The patter of the windowwipers
Didn't seem to rest
But the sound matched the beating
Of your heart against your chest.

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