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I saw your beauty
Green eyes sparkle in awe
Now they're brown, cold.
I saw your beauty
Just once that night
It always came in the quiet
When we could share secrets.
I could feel your passion
And not judge you
Accept you all the way through
And that was the last time
I saw your beauty.
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