Eight days have passed,
Since I first saw you,
I had never felt so alive,
Finding happiness in your eyes.
Eight weeks have gone by,
I stand here lost in the crowd,
While you stand out as a star,
Everyone wants you, I need you.
Eight months have now elapsed,
A hundred letters gather dust yonder,
None written by your sacred hand,
None held those enchanting words.
Eight years have slowly crawled by,
You barely knew the face before you,
But I look up into your sorrowful eyes,
While my soul smiles in this coffin of mine.
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