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a love so true yet so wrong
When you walk by
When our hands meet
When you say my name
When you smile
My heart just pounds
Im under your spell
I see those eyes
Too light to be called be called blue
With trim of green and brown
They tell their own story
Of how you will hold me forever
And the way you smile
Lights even the darkest soul
Im spellbound by your perfection
You think lowly abot yourself
I tell you not to worry
Because all i see is good
But you dont listen
If only you could see
What might be
When our hands meet
When you say my name
When you smile
My heart just pounds
Im under your spell
I see those eyes
Too light to be called be called blue
With trim of green and brown
They tell their own story
Of how you will hold me forever
And the way you smile
Lights even the darkest soul
Im spellbound by your perfection
You think lowly abot yourself
I tell you not to worry
Because all i see is good
But you dont listen
If only you could see
What might be
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