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Tempted Eyes

My Heart me tempts, at staring of her eyes, as if but I, was like a Feast to them; When she, at me, does glare, my Heart echoes, "Glory to Thee" and I but start to Blush; Can I but not utter a word to her, be it in mind or of the blushing soul; Know I do not, whether to take a step, in front or go afraid and head at back; At last but I up make my mind, and soul, I Feast upon here eyes and she on mine.

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