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The color that entrances me,
your eyes are on my mind.
That is the stuff I dream about,
Your brown eyes.
The way your golden hair falls,
it shimmers gleams and shines.
but nothing can compare
to your brown eyes.
Your hands beat the drums of my soul,
holding truth without lies.
The way they keep me going cant compare
to your brown eyes.
The way you make me feel,
though your eyes have not met mine,
the way this makes me feel,
your brown eyes.
The color that entrances me,
Your eyes are on my mind.
That is the stuff I dream about,
your brown eyes.
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