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Your head rests in my armpit. I like to smell your hair.
Your eyes stare at the ceiling. I wonder what you see.
You like when I carry you around. And tell you what is on the kitchen floor.
Your eyes jump at the things we pass. What do you think of me?
When I beg you to go to sleep. You do not understand my words.
Your eyes cannot see the things I sing. But they see what I mean.
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