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[philxbefore]

He laid emeralds in her eyes
oh but I'd already tried
a bracelet made of gold and scarlet
thread around her wrist

And everything was wrong
so we sang sentimental songs
oh how seldom we belong
but how elegant our kiss

And we painted crooked lies
but we danced in perfect time
to a love so much refined

we know not what it is
until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief we know before
but it's never quite like this

All I know now is regret
it follows like a silhouette
along the cobblestone behind me
but has nothing to say

Except to innocently ask,
a voice as delicate as glass
"Did you see me when we pass?"
but I continue on my way