Tobacco smoke drifted about
How that brought sad memories back
When we were young and oh so free
Thinking about you loving me
Cuddled up, stoned on cheap white wine
Wanting, touching, kissing just you
Long gone days of tangerine skies
Loving, looking in your green eyes
Then winter came, you're not yourself
Both you and the days were quite cold
For that's the way, love rarely lasts
You left me as the cruel wind blasts
So I took up painting again
Daubing colors which were not bright
Except some symbols of lost love
Puppet on wire, and just one glove
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I
I am but a puppet
There is no life left in me
The wind blows and I sway
I care not that the sea rages
Or rain falls on my face
That I laugh no more
Now you have gone
Where is your sunny smile?
I no longer breathe in your scent
Or walk the woods with you
I hear not your song of love
No music in my heart
Nor that beating drum
Now you have gone
There is no hand to hold
No sweet lips for me to kiss
Nor can I lay my head
Between those softest breasts
Days of love have now passed
For I feel nothing
Now you have gone
Am I not still a man
Just where is that person now
Am I real without you?
You're not here to pull my strings
For you were my life
I am desolate
Now you have gone
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