Eye Lids
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I always find your presence
As very much essence
And reflection of love
Which I strongly admire and believe
I shall never deny
When you are ready
To come in arms as favorite
I shall really delight
Your eye lids
Makes me dead
To swim in memory
And possess already
I feel drunk
And blink
With no reality
But with artificial beauty
Where should I show?
When my passion grows
I shall allow it to be free
When sit in shade under tree
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