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I still remember the day I said it When I was kneeling Touching your feet I love you dear Being away from you Makes me fear You are the first And the last You are the world That's my only word Tears rolling over my cheeks Have made of me an artist An artist who paints with his tears Your portrait is not for sale Cz I am your only male. Without you I am nothing Your presence is like wings Making me fly so high. You made me someone When all people around Saw me no one But something.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
The Artist.
I still remember the day I said it When I was kneeling Touching your feet I love you dear Being away from you Makes me fear You are the first And the last You are the world That's my only word Tears rolling over my cheeks Have made of me an artist An artist who paints with his tears Your portrait is not for sale Cz I am your only male. Without you I am nothing Your presence is like wings Making me fly so high. You made me someone When all people around Saw me no one But something.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
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