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Mar 2012
Pretty pink flowers and perfect blue skies
Looking deep past the lies you tell with your eyes.

Holding your hand, kissing your lips
Placing my arm around your sweet hips.

The trouble with me is I can't see
Living this life except in my sleep.
Written by
Grayson Owens
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