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The glass tells you how more you cute,
If not my Love do look into my eyes
Believe in me or not I am always mute,
If I tell a lie God give me double demise.
My Love true love to measure in vain,
Your love in my heart shines like a star,
But my love in your heart is bitterly slain,
And like a naughty kid my love you mar.
I see you in my vision as a suckling kid,
Who traces the breasts to drink milk?
I love you more know not you did,
I call you Angle the angle not a bilk.
If you want to see me see in your eyes,
Now I live there O love till your surmise.
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