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by: Matthew Marceau CopyrightsReserved©1999 Coquetish eyes forever roaming, Blue as skies without fore boding Long the lash, immense the eye, So quick to love, so quick to lie A paradox lies behind those eyes, in the soul in which my love abides Beautifully simple, yet so complex and as beauty viels great sadness Eyes that cry without a tear, yet none the less wet Eyes that ever draw you near, while chasing you away Eyes that make love so clear, but in defiance hides Eyes afraid so full of fear Oh how I love..... Her Eyes 
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