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''your eyes are as pretty as the moon light's shine. I don't see how someone can find you ugly, as you appease me. You light up the moon light sky, and let me fly. How I get down to you, may as well wash away in a sea of blue. With a few grey here and there, and you help guide me everywhere.''

7-13-2019

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