You Made Me A Poet
You made me a Poet
But why does perfection have to reside in your eyes
While your Existence exhile an Art
Blooming beauty that walks in the night
Like a lost soul having no where to hide
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You Made Me A Poet
You made me a Poet
But why does perfection have to reside in your eyes
While your Existence exhile an Art
Blooming beauty that walks in the night
Like a lost soul having no where to hide