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Nov 2010
When I look at this girl I see..
Eyes deep blue like the sea
...I see
Hair the color of fresh tea
...I see
Her heart, missing its key
...I see
Her fears, her wanting to flee
When I look at the girl I know..
Her life is everyones show
...I know
Her spirt is really low
...I see
A sad depressed she
...I see
Her looking for her, he
...I see
Her busy as a bee
...I see
The reflection of me
Written by
Isabella James
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