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Artist
Portuguese Man
Simran Ahira
The beautiful Portuguese man
Came to see me
We lay on my bedroom floor
And I stared into his beautiful eyes
We listened to beautiful music
And stared at my beautiful view
Of the city at night
In his beautiful arms
We fell into beautiful sleep
We woke into beautiful light
We spoke of beautiful things
Everything was beautiful
And now he’s gone
London is stained with his beauty.
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