She’s got a smile it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place and if I’d stare too long I’d probably break down and cry. She’s got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I’d hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by. Where do we go now?
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