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When I fall in love
Will I rise up back or continue to drown  in your deep blue hazy eyes?
Will she be my other half or one in whom I find my whole .
Will time tell her story intertwined with mine?
Because she is like the beauty of the falling snow crispy witty and joyous to the soul
Her eyes are like the lines of horizon drawing me back into the ocean
Will she be my lawfully wedded wife or a fantasy
Will she be the mother of my children or will I be the other man?
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