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Mar 2013
At all times beautiful they were,
I enjoyed looking at them.
Missing them every time you blinked
And wishing for them to stare back at me.
When you were happy they were green,
When you looked sad they turned blue,
While you daydreamed they seemed gray,
But every time you got upset your eyes made me feel like I had to run.
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   ---, JoJo Nguyen and Cat A
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