She is not tall.
She is not big.
She is sweet as sugar can be.
Her eyes are green, her tears I don't want to see.
She is perfect in my eyes, and that's just the way it is.
The beat of my heart rise, when I see her smile.
I hope she'll be mine.
Or else it's not worth living this life
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