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Hardly Trite For Being Cliché
Stuck in my head,
All of those tears I've shed,
So many times I've bled,
Now you're here in their stead.
Missing your hazel eyes,
As soft as the skies,
I'll think of you tonight;
You're all thats on my mind.
A love like ecstasy;
Who knew It'd set us free?
Others are so soon to disavow,
But just look who's laughing now.
Now I implore you
To ignore the disarray
Of all things fake surrounding us
Because we're whats real today.
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