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His eyes were the things she fell in love with the most,
He made the ordinary something to be praised,
Like a mundane day was better whenever she'd see his face.
And no she said nothing as she continued to do for years,
She sat by and watched, knowing she had no right to let out any tears.
But the eyes said more than the sun kissed brown,
It was a melody of hope,
A honey...
He made the ordinary something to be praised,
Like a mundane day was better whenever she'd see his face.
And no she said nothing as she continued to do for years,
She sat by and watched, knowing she had no right to let out any tears.
But the eyes said more than the sun kissed brown,
It was a melody of hope,
A honey...