'Beautiful', to me, clear as glass, as I look up at you, I hope that this won't pass. This feeling of 'warmth' upon my skin, 'soft' and light, won't you let me in. Glide along, as easy as can be, taking perfect from, is what my eyes see. 'Listen' to hear, 'not even' one sound,
'perfect' you are 'perfect' I've found. 'Beautiful' to me, 'clear as glass', don't change one thing, thats all I ask.
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