For years i've looked for the perfect girl
she who can make my world twirl
with her teasing smiles that mezmerize
and those crescentic eyes that petrifies
but where is this miss unreal?
the one with the glances that kills
she who's kindness pierces through all hell
and the sole reason why the stars at night fell
i know that the ideal doesn't coexist with reality
and that she only exists as fantasy
but all fantasies are imaginary
so i'm certain... i'll find you today, the 29th of february
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