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The movement of your smile-
It ripples through my soul.
The greatest story ever told,
Is the gold that you unfold.
I'd like to hold your hand-
Feel the movement of your skin,
But only if you let me in
Not a moment before then.
I'd look up at the sky
I'd gaze upon the stars,
And never have to travel far
To reach the surface of your heart.
I would give you my whole heart,
But I feel that you should know;
the pain of holding onto you,
Would be the same as letting go
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