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Your sounds they said one thing,
Your lips they said another,
Your heart it told you one thing,
Your eyes were for another.
We may again be near,
Close and by the touch,
For when a breeze blows to your ear
You'll miss some way too much.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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