Brown Eyes

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Brown eyes, don't kill me twice,

Sweet mouth, don't torture me thrice,

Strong arms, don't let go again,

Your kiss, is the gentlest sin,

Don't fade away, don't be a has-been,

Years, we've known,

Let's love, build a home,

Let's be in touch, and I don't mean over the phone,

Your lips on mine, say I'm yours,

And you are mine.

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