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Your eyes are Moon in **** Making mine as the Sun, So bright it colours our tide, Almost like that jade of mine. At night when you’re out of sight, I pray the clouds to move aside, Unveiling your pretty light, You are my ode to abide.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
My Ode
Your eyes are Moon in **** Making mine as the Sun, So bright it colours our tide, Almost like that jade of mine. At night when you’re out of sight, I pray the clouds to move aside, Unveiling your pretty light, You are my ode to abide.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
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