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It's hard to remove my eyes
from those starts that fell from the skies.
Those pools of passion so clear
it's a sin to cause them to tear.
You, with your eyes so clever
making me want to hold your gaze forever.
I hope your gave never dies,
with such passion in your eyes.
from those starts that fell from the skies.
Those pools of passion so clear
it's a sin to cause them to tear.
You, with your eyes so clever
making me want to hold your gaze forever.
I hope your gave never dies,
with such passion in your eyes.
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