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How should I tell you?
That how much I love you?
Just see in my eyes,
Between these you lie.
I don't know clearly,
But I think shortly -
That those must be your eyes,
From where I realized love.
In dreams, I tell you a lot of things,
But in front of you, I say nothing,
Still my eyes speak all those things,
Yet you never feel anything.
You are in my heart and soul,
Loving you silently has become my goal;
It's my hope and it's my faith,
You will love me before my death!
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