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The eye on her goes

The eye on her goes,
reason the sweetness of her soul, and feels she's close to me, close. In the morning when she wakes-up. I feel the beauty of the day, tenderness and kindness.
My sweetheart, my sweetheart. I send her my greetings, Although she's here near me here and with me.This love is a story, written in the collection of poems. She is like the moon, makes me feel comfortable and guards me in the evening.
She made me different, lover and this love is a reality. Oh, My sweetheart, my sweetheart. The eye on her goes,
reason the sweetness of her soul, and feels she's close to me, close. In the morning when she wakes-up. I feel the beauty of the day, tenderness and kindness.
My sweetheart, my sweetheart. Without deception or falsity, she’s a breeze in the summer heat and my warmth in the winter cold, her eyes dawn sunrise on the highest stars and in my heart written. I send her my greetings, Although she's here near me here and with me.This love is a story, written in the collection of poems. She is like the moon, makes me feel comfortable and guards me in the evening.
She made me different, lover and this love is a reality. Oh, My sweetheart, my sweetheart.
The eye on her goes,
reason the sweetness of her soul, and feels she's close to me, close. In the morning when she wakes-up. I feel the beauty of the day, tenderness and kindness.
My sweetheart, my sweetheart.