My life would be lonesome without.
My favourite work of art.
Shades of its brains, of its mind.
Around my face, by my side.
What if its shades finds a one.
To follow, needing its mind.
Yes, I would be lost if I found.
One might stealing my side.
Writer(s): Inne Eysermans
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