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The way light melts upon the horizon
Your gawked gaze covers me
Typical of how your eyes meets mine
I’ve never found such iris till now
I don’t know if I am cliché or foolish
To always abide myself in you
Cause at times I feel like
You are my sight
And such that I’ll love you
Now I am blinded even by the brightest of light
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