Beneath the Mask

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Your eyes sparkle in the streetlights 

As if the city in your head is kept awake

Bustling with life and excitement


Your hands feel so warm in mine

Like a soft blanket, a toasty beach

Beside an ocean of wonder, impossible not to fall in


You are the morning dew on a spiderweb

The frost on the glass on a December day

The birds that sing in the summertime


You are a bridge of gold and hope

A melody stuck in my head

A feeling that I can't let go


You are my everything

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