I'd blame the richness in her voice On love she'd borne for many days On love that struck her suddenly And never left her with a choice. I'd blame the warmth strung through her smile A jocular vein, a rugged style Of happiness, which still exudes Though her love has gone, and won't regress. I'd blame the sweetness in her eyes On hazy nights, and fireflies Drifting through the daybreak view Of someone whom she fondly knew.
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