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Suppose if I was to say,
a blemish was beauty,
and flames were soothing,
while snow as comforting,
and suppose if I was
to say, that you were hiding
Suppose if I was to say,
that skin was paper,
and people could write their love
together, on each other,
while breathing the same air,
and suppose, if I was ,
to say, that you were me
Suppose if I was to say,
you were beautiful, to me,
is that really so hard,
to believe, that I can say
something, and to you its true?
Suppose that you and I are it
Suppose that the surrounding grass is dead,
and the decay is alive, beautiful
as it once was, then could you believe,
that you are so?
Suppose, that what I say, is true.
Suppose you are beautiful.
a blemish was beauty,
and flames were soothing,
while snow as comforting,
and suppose if I was
to say, that you were hiding
Suppose if I was to say,
that skin was paper,
and people could write their love
together, on each other,
while breathing the same air,
and suppose, if I was ,
to say, that you were me
Suppose if I was to say,
you were beautiful, to me,
is that really so hard,
to believe, that I can say
something, and to you its true?
Suppose that you and I are it
Suppose that the surrounding grass is dead,
and the decay is alive, beautiful
as it once was, then could you believe,
that you are so?
Suppose, that what I say, is true.
Suppose you are beautiful.
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Suppose if I was to say,
a blemish was beauty,
and flames were soothing,
while snow as comforting,
and suppose if I was
to say, that you were hiding
Suppose if I was to say,
that skin was paper,
and people could write their love
together, on each other,
while breathing the same air,
and suppose, if I was ,
to say, that you were me
Suppose if I was to say,
you were beautiful, to me,
is that really so hard,
to believe, that I can say
something, and to you its true?
Suppose that you and I are it
Suppose that the surrounding grass is dead,
and the decay is alive, beautiful
as it once was, then could you believe,
that you are so?
Suppose, that what I say, is true.
Suppose you are beautiful.
a blemish was beauty,
and flames were soothing,
while snow as comforting,
and suppose if I was
to say, that you were hiding
Suppose if I was to say,
that skin was paper,
and people could write their love
together, on each other,
while breathing the same air,
and suppose, if I was ,
to say, that you were me
Suppose if I was to say,
you were beautiful, to me,
is that really so hard,
to believe, that I can say
something, and to you its true?
Suppose that you and I are it
Suppose that the surrounding grass is dead,
and the decay is alive, beautiful
as it once was, then could you believe,
that you are so?
Suppose, that what I say, is true.
Suppose you are beautiful.