You...
If you do not made of gold
Why do I preserve you
If you are not God
Why do I praise you
If you are not a flower
Why do I adore you
I have a weakness
When I glance at your beauty
I have a weakness
When I see you smile
I have a weakness
When I saw you walked by
You are a beautiful flower
That has just blossom
A new treasure
That have just been discover
A new falling star
In my universe
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