I fly to pieces,
Every time that I see you preen
I fly to pieces,
I can’t forget what I’ve just seen.
You want me to act as if we have no bond
You want me to forget (to forget)
You ate fish from my pond. (from my pond)
And I’ve tried and tried
But I haven't yet.
You glide by, and I fly to pieces.
Thanks to Patsy Cline for the inspiration of her voice, soaring higher than the herons.
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