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She has eyes the color of a rainy sky,
And hair as lavender
as the flowers outside my patio,
I heard she and from New York,
the land of dreams,
which doesn't shock me at the least,
Because her face reminds me
of a lovely daydream,
the kind you
never
want to
wake up
from.

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