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After Good-bye

Your pale blue eyes
Look right inside me.
Your bright, white smile
Sends chills up my spine.
When your lips touch mine
I see only you, think only of you.
The sound of your voice makes me high.
I fly when your hand touches mine.
Now that you're not here
All I want to do is cry.


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