She's The One, Isn't She?
Sheās The One, IsnātĀ She?
Well well, itās difficult to talk about her,When sheās around, everything is just a blur.Your dirty glasses, end up, quite often, being cleaned,But then you went ahead and leaned.What was clean, becomes smudged again,She becomes the part of your every single grain.Grain of existence, The symbol of consistence.She was there for you, Be there when she asks you, Blue.Else, youād be at the end of theā¦
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