Not much can match Blake Lively in nineteen sixties attire.
I'm looking for a path way to hire
That leads me to some type of perfection
That is emulated
In that image
In the scene
I am amazed by how serene
A woman can be.
Like my fondness of trees
A special one makes it easier to breathe
In this highly polluted world
A girl of your dreams is also Lady Liberty in discreet
She saved you from your long search
And your long absence of something greater.
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