Until this moment I never believed,
That a being was present when all was conceived.
No god to govern us, or guide our lives.
No heavenly angels, or imps with scythes.
But now I’ve found his best creation,
A girl, the focus of my adoration.
But now this love has made me wise,
Somebody made her, and I owe them my eyes.
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