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Her long gown reflected her golden eyes when she walked past these men who tried to held her hands to her made me lose my concentration on my piano.
She beautiful. The way her toes curled up under her flowy gown is the best thing that happened tonight. Her curiosity on the hall, her eyes setting on me whilst the dance is strarting. And oh, her silvery cheeks that helped her teeth glitter under the already bright room is the reason why my hands finally lost touch with my things.
She's beautiful. God sent her to me when I don't even believe in prayers.
She's beautiful, even when her hair got tangled up with the crowd.
And she's beautiful, the way she chose to be herself tonight. She's beautiful because she's my muse.
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