Shine

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My eyes stop moving,
How it once did at the first meeting,
When you're coming,
with your red hair,
That's shakes in the air,
Your beautiful brown eyes,
Which i want to see for every price,
And your stunning style,
With him you look stunning,
As always but,
You don't reconize me,
And that's drives me crazy,
I am the girl next to you,
And that is true,
I wish you could perceive me,
Because than i will one day be free.




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