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your eyes have done me in

stolen my very breath

till now i hadn’t a clue maiden

could be my death

as my eyes yours try

Foolishly to entangle

your sight leaves me in a triangle

One has dreams one lives with, right?

seen by day and known by night

those dreams she braids within me

when i think i’m done i’m not

this flower-like bloom stuff is all wrong

blooming blossoms to all Belong!