Each time you sit at your computer,wood.
Wave your brush,finger on your paint,cloth,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.
Wave your brush,finger on your paint,cloth,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.
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