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Cynthia's Eyes
Cynthia's eyes
See people
Sliding by
Like lazy chords
On lost guitars
Oceans
Are calling me
Don't synthesize
Cynthia's brawling
With
the breeze
So sympathise
The pan pipes ooze
With boozy ease
Emotions galling me
I'm lost on frosty gazes
Flying sly
Cynthia Sighs...
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