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The way it moves It moves softly, Swiftly, with speed   In one’s eyes, It’s actions
Look, see, feel, appreciate   Your wholesome personality your walk,
I want you to know that even though you're away, not a minute passes that I don't think of my Bae I love every part of you and I don't just mean aesthetically, although, of course, you're gifted genetically.
Youth brings wonder to every front Noble venture to deadly hunt My naive eyes half-lidded and veiled Once envisioned the stars man scaled  
yes, the confusion is real I try to figure you out but it's like I'm mentally ill especially that chemistry it's just like begging to spill 'cause baby you know you got it with like far more appeal
Truth be told Sometimes I have no idea
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