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ChangesShe used to look at me with fire My heart would jump and skip a beat She used to look at me with fire Such a special way I could feel the heat She used to look at me with fire Such a long ago time in our gentler past She used to look at me with fire How was I to know it just couldn't last She used to look at me with fire That last time she looked at me with ice No single trace of that old fire She just looked in a way that wasn't nice No single trace of that old fire I just didn't know what to say No single trace of that old fire So I turned and walked away No single trace of that old fire When I'd seen her I'd felt such a thrill No single trace of that old fire I just couldn't stay to cope with the chill She used to look at me with fire My heart would jump and skip a beat She used to look at me with fire Such a special way I could feel the heat Vote for this poem
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