You keep looking at me.
I keep wondering what you see.
Are we meant to be?
That is the great mystery.

You make me laugh then make me cry,
But we couldn't ever say goodbye.
Can you not see?
What a great mystery.

From the very start,
You stole my heart.
I look back and then,
start wondering if I'll get it back again.

Looking into your eyes,
It is always a surprise.
Because all I can see,
Is you, my great mystery.

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