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In the early morning light They would make love And as the sun rose in the east She would smile, And know that this was Her heaven on earth. And as he slept, Brown eyed girl poem would make her way To the boulangerie For when he awoke He would be ravenous And love needs feeding.

And returning, eyeed would Watch him lie Stretched across the bed And love him more than. He would brown eyed girl poem wake And smile, that smile Tender, yet sleepy They would share the baguette Greedily breaking chunks off And feeding one another The smell of fresh coffee Aromatic to their love.

And when he left She would sigh And feel not quite whole But warm in the knowledge That she was His brown eyed girl. And love needs feeding.

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