My Soul

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My soul is like the bluest of skies
Full of wonder, not ready to die
As loving as a mother to her child
Sometimes sad, but sometimes wild

Full of wonder, not ready to die
Eyes as brown as dark chocolate cake
Sometimes sad but sometimes wild
Unsure, not knowing which path to take

Eyes as brown as dark chocolate cake
A deep felt passion leaves me lying awake
Unsure, not knowing which path to take
Like the tide changes of a winding lake

blue.





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