This head is a shopping list,
she feels like a cold mist,
her shinin eye is a critical mirror,
i'm proud of this fashion professor,
everything from me is gonna be sinister,
this kind of love i hope will ripe her.
whether its the fears or tears,
i will be the shadow and follow,
so you cross your miles with gleamy smiles.
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