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we hardly talk and you can tell



throw the penny in the wishing well



i find it hard to look in your eyes



incase you see benath what lies



there's a pain in my stomach that often turns



just like my heart beat tends to yearn



tingling chills everywhere when you touch



visions of apollo in my head too much



the grace you hold commingles with mine



sappy how i'm enveloped in the way you shine



like a splash of water the scene blurs



left with solum heartache for it has no cure