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The way your hair hangs down it hides away your face,
For you it's perfect, but it seems like such a waste.
And when I see you sliding past I make my plans,
And then my plans slip through my fingers just like sand.I wish that life could be just like a photograph,
One moment captured as you laugh your perfect laugh.
But that's a daydream, things could never be so right,
There's so much more to think about than black and white.
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