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Wishing well
I’ve put my coffee cup on to the table,
right as I look into your eyes,
they’re shining hazel,
but are waepons of hurt in disguise.
Tell me, my dear, do you want to know how I could tell?
Well, we’re not that different...
right as I look into your eyes,
they’re shining hazel,
but are waepons of hurt in disguise.
Tell me, my dear, do you want to know how I could tell?
Well, we’re not that different...
