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Oct 2019
I envy the glass
Touching your lips
Dialing your number
Makes my heart tender

Just hearing your name
Here or there
Makes me stare
I hide your love in my eyes

They accused me of being blind
You know that I don't t mind

I want to see the world
Through your eyes
Till they morn me one day
Because of her love
he dies.
Written by
Naceur Ben Mesbah  M/Tunisia
(M/Tunisia)   
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