Brown Eyes
You don't know
How lovely you are, you
You with your
Pretty half smile
The way you touch your hair
Your soft fingertips.
And those brown eyes
Oh, those brown eyes
They draw me in
Then slowly let me go.
I don't know if i want to go.
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