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your eyes,
as brown as the prettiest wood
Id walk into a hook
if the end was your place to be
lets just call us we
Its hard to understand I know
it feels crazy just somehow
the butterflys fly like little birds
it almost starts to hurt
when I look at you I see my world,
not from beneath nor from the side
its besides you where I hide
I cant stop the feeling I have
even tho my heart breaks into two halves
you know you have got the feelings too
but just wont let it come thru
- may
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