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You have my eyes but not my heart This part of my life you play this part The vision of loveliness that I call art The part of my happiness beginning to start With you my emotions are held high My attitude of excitement can reach the sky A smile inside me and open sigh All because of the beauty close near by Your smile is a sunrise a perfect day I long to see this precious maid My swing does reach it’s perfect sway Back and forth without delay This pleasure in which I find myself Comes with a joy kept on my shelf I like the cards I dealt myself looking at you and nothing else For a few stolen moments I play pretend And love you with a love without end Longing to hold you without it being sin Hiding what might be a smile or a grin Oh how I wish that I were a god And with powers I’d favor my winning odds Win you, your arms, your laying down And wear you like you were my crown You have my eyes but not my heart The part of life I wish would start But the end of day bids us depart And certain satisfaction fills my cart