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Love Is Blind

By Son Of Sun

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Beats from my heart now it will start were waiting for years to touch your ears I tried so hard to hide feelings you can't find but love is blind to be with your side Now I'm here with you my dear whispers all I can hear when you are near to forget my fear You're special and unique like unknown lovely music you're hard to find I know love is blind to be with your side Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 05:20 AM PST   0 • 8

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