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It’s no Secret

Thinking of You By Donatella Marraoni

I know you still think of me

It’s like your eyes sending signals through your pixels

Starring through the device in the palm of your hands

Directly to my mind

Which is why you’re there all the time

Drinking this wine make the memories I hold on to rotate so intensely

I lose it whenever I get a glimpse

I just know I’d get drunk off just one kiss

I know you still think of me