Veronicas Story

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I met a man today he had your lips, really the same lips as you. I met a man who when I close my eyes and listen hard his voice sounded like you. I have been looking for a man with your eyes but I can't find them. Can you hear me Charlie? I can't find your eyes anywhere.
Your eyes were so dark so black they looked like olives. I remember how they wouldn't just look at me but they would look into me, passed any falseness on my face and see right through it. How did you do that Charlie, how did you make your eyes gaze past the outside of me and climb in? I often wonder where you are Charlie, I wonder if you're up there doing the same thing. Telling the ladies they have your Veronica's hands and your Veronica's eyes. I know with all others they will never have my smile.
That smile is only for you only you could bring the light into my smile, only you could illuminate my lips.
I miss you so much Charlie, I get up every day and I laugh talk and carry-on because I have to. I carry-on for the rest of them, because I have to. If it were up to me and you wouldn't be disappointed I would've went after you that day when you went up there, it's so hard here without you. I meet all kinds of people in these activities I go to, to fill out these days until I can be with you again.
Sometimes the similarities will strike and I miss you so much more Charlie, I get up every day and I laugh talk and carry-on because I have to. I carry-on for the rest of them, because I have to. If it were up to me and you wouldn't be disappointed I would've went after you that day when you went up there, it's so hard here without you. I meet all kinds of people in these activities I go to you to fill out these days until I can be with you again. Sometimes the similarities will strike me between them and you, But maybe they're not there at all. Maybe I just want to see something of you again.
There's one more thing that you had, but no one else will ever have Charlie, that's my heart. No one will ever have that.

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