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the way you wore your hair today the curls escaping falling to your shoulder the measure of your stride the way you catch my eye a blue i can't get over and every day i'm near you is another blue sky painted over storming the way you looked today and when you smiled at me as if to say "it's nothing" if it meant nothing at all to you it was beautiful to me. © 2006, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |