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Eyes dark black not blue
hell black are they true
they hold my blood not my heart
why did this have to start.

Some times I see the black shine
for that second they are mine
they run my soul through my blood
now my my soul starts to flood.

I run from the black to the true
but my blood turns to glue
so back I go to the shine
that second lasts a long time.

Copyright � Bruce Meyerson 2001
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