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When you smile, smile my emotions,
When the Mooney eyes sleep at night,
When it creeps into soul with devotions,
It captures your sweet dreams to delight
My love stays in your sleeping eyes,
And my mortal body turns into dust,
My being scatters when I do analyze,
Body and soul linker sensibility is must.
Where your soul beauteous body leaves,
Entering into the body my poor soul flies,
And never comes back until it grieves,
My precious soul and I till the sunrise.
Thus your love is a thief steals my heart,
Your cunning eyes know this secret art.
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