eyes of marble,
beautiful and cold with specks of gold-
-reflecting the light of your smile,
reflecting the warmth of your burning heart.
california gold rush,
then for you it was over.
her gold heart radiates a heat you’ve never felt
but only ‘cause you’re putting it through the fires of your passions.
you couldn’t break it
if you tried--but you try just the same.
california gold rush,
then for you it was evened.
dear prospector, you mine;
you pan you search use dynamite to find a truth that will leave your poor smoldering heart as empty as before.
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