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Your eyes the color of brown chocolate
Melting all the way down

Your smile is the light of my day
No matter what others say

Your wind-whipped hair
Is like the icing on a cake

Your silence is
Like music to my ears

Your smell of the rainforest
So amazing

I wake up
And realize its just a dream

But was it just a dream?...

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