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You and I

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Sometimes I cry
because I want to die.
But, a look in the eye
makes me want to fly.
And with a great sigh
I take to the sky.
While flying so high
You make me want to try.
All my tears dry;
I'm not living a lie.
Sing me your lullaby
of you and I.





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