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The sandstorm in my eye
My eyelids fall covering my hazel eyes, And I see you, tall and strong, handsome as always, dark brown hair, smiling at me And I see me, small but powerful, ...
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All she wanted to do was sing
Born a star, discovered at 15, Well on her way by 17. Ripped up jeans and a tie-dye shirt Knees show bruises through the holes Chestnut cherry hair lies messy ...