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Perfect Mask
It’s the way she weaved the sunlight in her hair,
Humming through her eyes with a tranquil flair
And it didn’t really matter if she was over there
But I could almost swear that her angelic glare
Always chased away the...
Humming through her eyes with a tranquil flair
And it didn’t really matter if she was over there
But I could almost swear that her angelic glare
Always chased away the...
