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Jan 2010
If your eyes are the windows,
To your soul, let your lips,
Be the door to your heart,
So let me walk in,
Live in your home,
Let me see through your windows,
Let me use your doors,
Let me be in your mind,
Sleep in your room,
I'll make the down payment,
You'll seal the pact, say yes,
We may some day,
Buy a cottage or two,
A bit of me, a bit of you,
Our house might fall down,
But our windows will stay intact,
Worth everything, so much,
Yet priceless.
Written by
Tristan Claude
881
   ---, Shelby Young and JR Macfadden
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