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Ur a painter who reminds me of something When i see something beautiful u paint it when u think of something pretty u draw it I see u and think of u and I play music All the melodies that emerged were like the voice of angels, your eyes and face are the most beautiful musical piece and I translated it You wrote it, and I made the film God created u and I believed in His existence when I saw u
u are the forbidden fruit to me
And ur pretty is the devil.