Eye of the Beholder

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The sun doesn't shine nearly as much as you
The stars don't glisten like your eyes do
You bring me joy and love
Like you were sent from above
My heart feels warm and comfortable
Like when in your arms were just so huggable
Your lips so fine
If and only if, they could one day... be mine.

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