Your eyes - they're like two pools so deep I fear that if I dive in, I might never come up for air. And your smile - the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine as bright...
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Love
Your eyes - they're like two pools so deep I fear that if I dive in, I might never come up for air. And your smile - the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine as bright...
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