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Under the spell of a bold, classic love

Over-served on the need for your time

You′re hiding your eyes behind your hands

Eventually, we'll grow up

Eventually, we won′t have these games to play

Staring behind six-week-studded acrylics as if I can't see your face

Nothing is worse than doubting my love

As if I don't know what it better be

Can you please just put your hands down? Let me see your eyes

I′m supposed to see everything