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I can't help watching you smile, 

thinking that you'll never be mine.

Too different, too perfect, too...

you.

I hope someday you'll talk to me

just like I'm your equal,

non like you do now.

...

Your family is blessed to have someone like you

Blessed but cursed, 

because your bewitching beauty is just

too much to handle.

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