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10-10-02

My breathing deeper
My thoughts on you
Your way is cheaper
My way is true

I feel like singing
But cannot speak
My eyes are gleaming
It’s you I seek

Your thoughts are pure
Yet you are not
I am your cure
It’s me you’ve caught

You mustn’t know
The way I feel
My eyes wont show
And never will

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