If I could take away the pain,
I'd wish away the scars;
If I could paint the world for you,
I'd hand you all the stars;
If I could wipe away the tears,
I'd do it everyday;
If I could wash away her scent,
So that you wouldn't say:
"I am trapped,
By the memory of her;
By the touch of her skin.
By the way she made my heart melt.
And the boken dreams,
That are still lingering."
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