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Every time I see him my brain loses all thought That fuzzy feeling starts to arise and my tounge ties in a knot His beautiful blonde hair, ever so shiny and pure he'd probably let me run my fingers through it, but then again I'm not so sure His sky blue eyes seem to hypnotize and I can't help but stare Even if its a dark hazy hallway that hue just seems to flare I wonder if he thinks about me the way I think about him? His smile, his laugh, his drive, his craft, and everything in between Seems to just ring, even everything he has to say, I think he's perfect in every way
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