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I cannot deny The feelings I hide My emotions provide an endless supply If she were to ask I could not lie About this thing I have inside That feels like pride That make me fly The look of her hair Her made up eye’s Her voice so precious Her silence my delight Her presence My existence The fear of her I fight The burden I bare Because of sight Beauty a substance Equil to might What makes wanting Turn into fright And dreams become The hopes of what might These irresistible things About a girl iI like