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Clouds in the sky,

Not a worry in my mind,

Your hazel eyes meet my oceans,

As we make a big commotion,

Slipping in the rain,

Looking for a bad guy,

To fight,

Now I realize we were blind,

And all that we would really find,

Was love.

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