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Familiar curiosity



Can I just comment on those blue eyes that
are looking at me, tell me what you see
You seem so new, like someone I just met
but with familiar curiosity

And while I am still wondering who I am
I'm knowing you some more, just bit by bit
'Cause from my view, the place where I now stand
I'm wondering, but more hoping that we fit

So, honey, do you find that word okay?
'Cause I think it's a quite nice word to say

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