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In your eyes fathom down
Ocean amor of deep blue brine
Whirlpools, ripples amidst surfing tides
Your moods and fanciful whims
Like enchanting moors meander along
Meadows of green and pastures wide
A melody in every music you play
The gypsy wants to dance and sway
Charms me back to you away from my truant ways
Your temple of illuminating thoughts
An intellect build of wisdom and words
Enlightens my faith in all evens and odds
An enigma I behold
Your pure soul divine
Nostalgia or some magical rhyme?
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