My love, in My eyes,
Is the apex of beauty.
Is the apex of beauty.
My people are perfect
Like the cries of a child
Like the cries of a child
Never a fall
From which it doesn't recover.
From which it doesn't recover.
Not a single blemish
That I can't brush aside.
That I can't brush aside.
It always looks tall
From the top of My shoulders.
From the top of My shoulders.
Calm and collected
As it's held in My arms.
As it's held in My arms.
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