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There was a time I know Not many years before, I sat with heart in hand On your living room floor. Your eyes held invitation Wanting me to understand Your good, bad and ugly And see you as a man. Memories and glimpses, Visions and dreams. Roll themselves together To make sense of everything. Now when I think of love Something real and true, It's for a boy with eyes A little green and a little blue. ©NDHK
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
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There was a time I know Not many years before, I sat with heart in hand On your living room floor. Your eyes held invitation Wanting me to understand Your good, bad and ugly And see you as a man. Memories and glimpses, Visions and dreams. Roll themselves together To make sense of everything. Now when I think of love Something real and true, It's for a boy with eyes A little green and a little blue. ©NDHK
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Aug 9, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
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