He's the pensiveness of a thousand roses
The beckoning of a constellation, far far away
He's the carefree laughter of a stream,
The sad painting that looked away.
He's a beautiful poem, an enigma, an epiphany.
The beckoning of a constellation, far far away
He's the carefree laughter of a stream,
The sad painting that looked away.
He's a beautiful poem, an enigma, an epiphany.
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