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Impossible beauty

Close one eye, don't believe it!
Close the other, won't believe it! 
Try with the glasses on you 
It is just impossible. 

Should be dreaming 
Just wake up. 
It is always a dream.
Should be drunk
Just stop.
No more beer to drink.

It is there afterwards. 
Who took that picture of my dreams?
Who pictured in that exact way? 
No details can be closer.

Give it a second chance.
It is just paranoid. 
Make a question 
Got the answer. 

In the end, you realise it's impossible 
In the end, you get to know it's just photoshop 

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