Tattoos claim the city with that golden bridge.
Why you? So strange, these eyes only sought greens or blue.
Uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold.
Spanish guitars played, Latin blood in our veins.
When will I forget? I think never.
Your memory and voice imprinted deep within.
You said you loved me, then I walked out of your life.
So young, so different, so real, yet unreal.
I see you clearly in passing dreams.
I hear you say my name, hold my hand, and I sigh.
You always said I'd be there in the end.
Yes, look deeply into my eyes and hold me once more.
You know I'll say yes to one last dance.
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