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Her
Her smile
Just too see it I'll run more than a mile
Her voice
Its my morning song by choice
Her touch though I've never felt it
I'm sure it's soft and I'd never reject it
Her tears
They aren't sour like the others
Made of rainbows with thunders
Her eyes
I can't see no lies in them
And I can't say how many times I closed my own, but still about hers I dreamt
Just too see it I'll run more than a mile
Her voice
Its my morning song by choice
Her touch though I've never felt it
I'm sure it's soft and I'd never reject it
Her tears
They aren't sour like the others
Made of rainbows with thunders
Her eyes
I can't see no lies in them
And I can't say how many times I closed my own, but still about hers I dreamt
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