Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren´t even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
(...)
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
And that's exactly what I mean. (...) "
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