A pair of shoes i take
And you just stand there
I don't know if it fake
But you in my eyes still in glare
you're the sun in constellation
And I just a Proxima Centauri in creation
You're the thousand of obsession
And I just human without concession
Shadow of yours
I'm happy enough with it
Beautiful as Azores
And I'll just admit
I'll just be your admirer
Staring the beautiful of the mystery the sky
Where the souls come together
While you and I both live in wry
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