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I caught your eyes through the crowd’s warm glow, Jet-black curls moving soft and slow. Didn’t know your name, but the air bent low. You spoke in riddles — cool, concise — Words like smoke drifting through the night. Every glance cut clean and deep, Now you haunt the corners of my sleep. I asked your name — you gave a clue, A tiny nod that somehow felt like truth. Time unraveled, the world froze tight; One look, and logic lost the fight. Didn’t need forever — just one reply; You left a whisper looping in my mind. You with the jet-black curls — I can’t forget, Eyes said more than lips could let. You left me on read, and I keep replaying That moment of time where we stood, not saying. You with the jet-black curls — quiet sign, Felt your thoughts entangle mine. You gave me a look, a soft temptation — Now I’m caught in your constellation. Were you real — or just a dream’s disguise? Every night I retrace those eyes. My friends move on — I stay behind, Lost in your orbit, undefined. You had that stillness, that quiet command, Like dawn breaking when you raised your glance. I played it cool, but inside I burned, Still waiting for a sign returned. Maybe you’re scared of what you saw in me, Or maybe I’m lost in the fantasy. Eyes don’t lie — that look was true; Now I’m half myself without you. You with the jet-black curls — I can’t forget, Eyes said more than lips could let. You left me on read, but I still replay That electric spark from a stolen day. You with the jet-black curls — quiet sign, Felt your thoughts entangle mine. You gave me a look, a sweet temptation — Now I’m caught in your constellation. Jet-black curls — and I still see you there, A memory wrapped in midnight air. If we meet again in another time, I’ll know that stare — Ooooh i'll know that stare Oh Oooh, Oh Oh Oh