fibers of my instrumental heart
The caliber of one's beauty, requires to be outstanding to meet my gaze, as such yours waltz forward in the thickness of humanities haze.
Smiles, flamboyant as ever, when the winds blow my way, excitement turns into a docile fever.
Such a gaze, specious to me, yet ultimately iridescent to those blinded by such amendable eyes known as he.
Funny enough my soul begins to sway,
Such melodies I cannot even fathom to play.
For I cannot inarticulate the song, for deep in my core playing this melody seems evidently wrong.
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Smiles, flamboyant as ever, when the winds blow my way, excitement turns into a docile fever.
Such a gaze, specious to me, yet ultimately iridescent to those blinded by such amendable eyes known as he.
Funny enough my soul begins to sway,
Such melodies I cannot even fathom to play.
For I cannot inarticulate the song, for deep in my core playing this melody seems evidently wrong.
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