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Sadly Beautiful
Floating on air, he said
Or dancing with clouds
Thinking to yourself
Or talking out loud.
Loving with your mind
But never with your heart
Sitting by my side
Or standing far apart.
I just now figured out
What it is with you
It's nothing wrong or bad
But you always look so blue.
It's you dark, brooding eyes, he said
With their magnetic pull
They never seem to smile
You are always so sadly beauticul.
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