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lets begin with your kaleidoscope eyes they are trying to hide a soul so nice everytime you smile, i see the morning sun and i thank god that you're not a nun your voice is more tender than a violin reveals to me what is virtue;what is sin your silence robs me of my speech makes it hard to practice what i preach your sweet fragrance colours my thoughts tangerine can anyone explain this feeling so serene by a mystic chemistry, by a divine grace you make this world a better place