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Look into her eyes; you will.
Look at her smile; she will speak.
In her eyes, there is beauty.
In her smile, there is confidence.
Knowing what she wants and needs.
Feeling glory in her time of speaking.
I love every moment here.
Knowing that she is different.
I love asking questions and looking into them.
Dreaming and flying in the blue sky.
And returning back down into my arms.
She knew she loved.
To tell or to see this is the beauty she can be.
To love or hate
How she feels about me.
To admire or to take.
She loved me with ease.
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