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Hide Eye had to put my love in a poem so eye could send it her way she is gone from me today away and hide eye had to stop play and work of every kind to tell her but how ? How can a man describe the color of his love and the feelings she inscribes inside a heart not feeling any pain or gain no just holding ground the softness that eye feel like a big flowing cloud or the gentle flowing sky seen breezing bye leaving me alone in a dark cold night waiting for the love to come again and give me light the lust replaced by gratitude and haste replaced by need, she speaks to me when eye am hide when eye am waiting for her love. When eye am free. Hide