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I don't know who he is. But he's very pretty. I watch him from the distance, Too nervous to speak to the beautiful boy. He's wearing blue. It looks nice with his eyes, Those are also blue. He won't look at me, I'm certain of it. But I look at him, And I can't stop. One day I will talk to the boy with the beautiful blue eyes and the pretty face. One day. Just not today.

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