I dream of someone in my mind
That when I would see would make me shine
She and me would together bind
She is so beutiful that I rather go deaf than blind
I love her so much it's of a different kind
I still can't find her (will she be mine)
Maybe I'm just a dreamer
Because I can describe her and not see her
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