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A gentle wind brushes across my lips

And so great sweet in taste it is indeed

And I take it in, my soul it rips

From my chest to cleanse it as was the need

Desire is found within her blue bright eyes

And the very same could be said of me

And she spins my head some sort of clockwise

A girl has touched my soul how could it be

See how this girl can send me such aspur

My mind racing as lips still are pressed to

Let this time last and not become a blur

Because all that is on my mind is you

And how can all of this romantic scene

Be simple dreams of a heartbroken teen