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Sunflowers

Sunflowers

Your eyes are hazy

I think I found

My favorite color

 

And I think about you

All the time

I don’t want to bother.

 

But she will only say

They are brown

That they are boring

 

But I just can’t stop

Looking into honey

Your eyes are October

They’re sunflowers.

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