Who catches eye

 


I add all ideal ideas to flow,

For knowing what I know,

And letting sums come grow. 

One milli two, two milli three, 

Three milli four now you know the score.  

To be on this wave with thee, and playing for more. 

Riding the ebb and woo woo, me.

Catching your feelings balance, seeing coming into ends. 

From the beginning this is an idea I mold, 

Into blessings come purifying gold.

For my present choice chosen beside, 

Happy to be the one who catching eye. 

  




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