Dreams on Beauty II

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Suddenly did I reduce my pace,
    When the gaze of mine fell on her face,
      A beauty no words or rhymes can tell us,
       Even Aphrodite herself became jealous,
         Light on her feet as if she was walking            between the clouds,
Tried to catch another glimpse of her warm flame,
       As she disappeared again within the crowds,
       And I am left wondering what was her name
But then I remembered that I hate love songs,
I Love laughing my ass off and ripping big bongs,
     I hate love songs that make people sad,
         I want to write songs that make her laugh instead

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