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IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU He almost looks innocent Out of a dream It's something about chocolate eyes rimmed in green He almost is too perfect Flawlessly flawed Some think he's a geek but I'm sitting here awed He almost is everything Love justified And yet I remember that love's suicide He's almost a fantasy But all dreams end So I'll close my eyes and believe it's pretend
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