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Mystery Man

Hello, mystery man

I wonder what you are beneath that tan

Reveal the stare your curly locks are masking

I see my reflection and watch you watching me through your glass rims

Excuse me,

but I wonder if you talk at all

why don't you talk to me

and tell me what you feel?

I'm peering at you in a room full of people

my atmosphere is filled with a mysterious magic

you flick your hair and I hope to get a glimpse of your eyes

you peek through your veil of disguise

I can hear your voice

when you're not speaking

I feel the magic through my bones

you're the one I was seeking

Hello, mystery man

I wonder if you have a plan

Expose the urge your tamed soul is covering

Let me see what you are hiding in my vicinity.

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