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Jaqueline
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I was seventeen, working on a desk when Ivor peered above a spectacle, forgot that he had wrecked a girl
Sometimes these eyes forget the face they're peering from when the face they peer upon
Well, you know, that face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze she can return you the face
That you are staring from
It's always better on holiday
Sometimes these eyes forget the face they're peering from when the face they peer upon
Well, you know, that face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze she can return you the face
That you are staring from
It's always better on holiday
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