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Her Eyes


They watch, 

Then shine,

She's as sweet as butterscotch,

I hope to cross the line,

The line between friends and love,

So delicate yet at the same time she could fight,

She's an angel from above,

And her eyes become cascaded in light,

I wish this moment will never end.

 

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