In a perfect world.
You meet a perfect girl.
Becomes your perfect wife.
In your perfect life.
You raise a perfect family.
And live perfectly happily.
You have perfect kids.
And perfectly celebrate all they did.
But when they do something perfectly wrong.
You perfectly point the finger saying "you don't belong".
You put the perfect blame.
And guilt to perfect shame.
Their perfect reflection.
Becomes perfect imperfection.
Your status so perfectly iconic.
Becomes perfectly imperfect, how ironic.
But everyone is perfect in their own way.
They live a perfect life every single day.
See everyone is perfect, that is true.
I am perfectly me, and you are perfectly you.
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