The Studio
..IT'S BEEN SAID LOVE IS BLIND..
HER LOOKING GLASS SEES JUST FINE..
IN THE MIRROR OF REFLECTION..
MAGNIFIED IMPERFECTION..
NO OPTICAL ILLUSION..
BRINGS HER TO THE CONCLUSION..
THAT YOU ARE PERFECTLY FLAWED..
YOU SEE, SHE CAN SEE THE ISSUE..
DEEP DOWN IN THE TISSUE, FROM WHICH EMERGES THE DEFLECTION OF LOVE..
THAT POSSIBLE YOU NEED IT..
BUT YOUR MIND IT CAN'T CONCIEVE IT..
BUT IT'S ON MINE..
THERE'S A WAY SHE CAN GET IN..
BUT NEITHER OF YOU WILL PRETEND..
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE VALUE OF HER, FRIEND..
NOT A SECOND TO REST ON HER HEART..
ONLY A MOMENT FOR EMBRACING OR MELODIC STEPS WHILE FACING..
THOSE THAT CAUSE THE PACING PLAY THE BIGGEST PART..
I WON'T BLAME YOU IT SEEMS..
THAT THING YOU FEAR IN YOUR POCKET THAT'S GREEN..
IS THE ROOT OF MANY THINGS..
ONE BY WHICH YOU ARE DRIVEN..
KNOW THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL BE LIVING..
FOR THE LOVE OF HER..
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