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Oct 2016
I am not one to be uprooted with ease
I find myself fairly grounded
Always thinking
Thoughts on a train with no stops
But then I'm sitting in your car
And the music's on
You look over at me
With eyes that make me weak
My mind quiets and all I see
Are your golden eyes
It's been a couple years
Of staring in your eyes
And still they make me weak
Written by
Alina  F
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