Is air around you made of magic?
Or made by God Rhollor.
Thousand of things in my mind
But your thoughts still stand taller.
Troubles elude my mind
When I see your smiling face
Like a snow melting
Under the summer haze
How can I define what is beauty
You give it a new meaning everyday
You rock my mind with your micey tricks
You always know the way
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