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Iris (he is,)

He is the dream captured in a soul and has the eyes that caught a star
and never let it go.

He is the Clyde to my Bonnie
The apple to my sauce
The thunder to my lightning
The twist to my toss
He is the sun that shines me
The beam that supports me
The fuel to the vehile he drives me,

crazy.





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