Perfection doesn't even begin,
To describe the way I see her.
Because I've had a look within.
You'll never find out how I thought she were.
...
She's like the sky,
You can stare at her forever and still wonder why
it will never bore you.
It's such an amazing view.
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There's no way I could tell,
On me she has casted a spell.
A spell cast by her heavenly eyes,
Of all lotteries she is the highest price.
...
My godess, so sweet,
So many times I've cried...
You are nothing but a silly dream,
That kills me inside.
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