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Muse
She's unaware of how much angels glare
Of how much light bends for her
She has an eye of a fox
She looks at you, and your soul locks
She has the majesty of a white rose
I resent, sometimes...
She's unaware of how much angels glare
Of how much light bends for her
She has an eye of a fox
She looks at you, and your soul locks
She has the majesty of a white rose
I resent, sometimes...
