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Artificial roses never falter
They’re the firstborn fruits of the streets
They need no light nor water
And may even bloom on fast cars’ sheets
Firm, kissable and sweet
Artificial boobs never stagger
The Lord Almighty knows their swagger
They’re something forever to worship
Like a song partition laid low within the bible
Like a drug sipped high on an altar
Artificial love stays eternal
Artificial love may be never altered
By Time’s decaying power.
Now, need I say my feelings for you are higher?
— Mr. Gilles Fabien DOGBO