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Dark auburn curls frame his face

His delicate pale complexion reflects the sun

Like snow on a crisp February morning

Just like that we fell in love

Anxiety at its peak

When you love me

I'm at peace

Softly speaking I'm dove

When you go

You take your love

I am a lone

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