Iris

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Iris,
You've always been that guiding light
To me, ever since I saw you as a child.
Iris,
Every time I set my hands on the keys,
I can only pray that what comes out could please,
My Iris.

Who are you now, my darling star?
The muse to whom I sing for?
Iris, my Iris, did you end up like the rest?
Did the music in your soul die out, did it lest?
What are you doing, my pretty one?
The one who could make the angels sing?
I suppose you're successful in false success.
Oh, but Iris, my Iris,
You could only ever mean your songs to me. 

Iris,
I remember the first time I saw you,
I was still a girl when I knew you,
Iris.
Iris,
There was magic in your fingertips.
The way your body moved to the sound of it,
Iris.

So...
Who are you now, my darling star?
The muse to whom I sing for?
Iris, my Iris, did you end up like the rest?
Did the music in your soul die out, did it lest?
What are you doing, my pretty one?
The one who could make the angels sing?
I suppose you're successful in false success.
Oh, but Iris, my Iris,
You could only ever mean your songs to me.

I'll have you know:
Every note I played is played for you,
I only ever wanted to play like you.
And every song I write,
I wish to write like you,
The one who first awoke my heart. 

Iris...
You've always been that guiding light.
To me, ever since I was a child.
I only ever wanted to be like you,
I only ever wanted to play like you,
You're my elusive gold at the end of the endless rainbow,
And you're too far gone to see that now.

Oh,
Who are you now, my darling star?
The muse to whom I sing for?
Iris, my Iris, did you end up like the rest?
Did the music in your soul die out, did it lest?
What are you doing, my pretty one?
The one who could make the angels sing?
I suppose you're successful in false success.
Oh, but Iris, my Iris,
You could only ever mean your songs to me.

And every song I sing for you,
And every song I write for you,
And every song I sing for you,
And every song I write for you,
And every song I sing for you,
And every song I write for you.

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