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Jessie
Behind those perfect dark eyes
Are strings of trust that are tied
They are tied to a heart of gold
Just like a sculpture he has a perfect mold
Never oh never do I want to leave his side
For then I fall from grace and to no one will I abide
My heart, body, and soul are given to him
Like the wings of a dragon I skim
I skim across the open mountain air
I now cross boundaries that I wouldn’t dare
