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I think I like you.
Or maybe its just the ideal of you that leaves me fascinated.

Either way I still smile when you walk  by.

For by some reason life itself seems much easier whenever you tag along.
So I listen to your words and often follow your song.

The nobility of a humble genius.

Truth becomes praise and praise almost achieves flattery from the golden gates themselves.
Spunky aura entangled amongst cheerful mystery and text.

Days are gentle because of you.
And I humbly thank you.

And only you.

-Mello Sakia

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