You're far from here,
could never really see through you
this clearly.
Closed windows
to the bluest seas I hope there are.
But I don't love you because,
I just do.
Unclasp your hands from my eyes,
and let me see, let me see who you really are.
Could you sing to me ?
Maybe one night, you'll fill it with your voice.
Maybe one night, I'll sing to you
and you'll have my heart in your hand
and you'll never let it go.
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