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You smile.
I crave your smile. It brings me peace. The sky of my soul clears up at the slightest motion of your lips. And in your eyes I see the colors of love - a rainbow of dreams. If I told you how beautiful you are, Would you hate me? And if I said you are my bliss, Would you accept it? You sigh. The colors fade. Your whispers crush against my soul. There are no murmurs left; only the silence of feeling. And in your voice I hear rumors of ancient promises – the eternal laws. If I told you how kind you are, Would you believe me? And if I said you're one of a kind, Would you live with that?
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