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Three rows away from me,
Leaning forward so I can see,
brown hair in your eyes,
ignoring my gaze, ignoring my tries.

Curls that tumble to your ears,
eyes so beautiful, free from tears,
you are perfect and polite,
smile gleaming so bright.

Don't know you that well,
but boy have I fell,
It will never be,
but I wish it was you and me.





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