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Your Blue Eyes
Your blue eyes
They match the morning sky
And that is why I look up
Your tender smile
Is like a thousand summers
Waiting for me to kiss
Your beautiful voice
It mends my weak bones
And shatters my saddest memories
Your pale hands
Are rugged with scars
But I'll kiss them either way
They match the morning sky
And that is why I look up
Your tender smile
Is like a thousand summers
Waiting for me to kiss
Your beautiful voice
It mends my weak bones
And shatters my saddest memories
Your pale hands
Are rugged with scars
But I'll kiss them either way
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