Beautiful as I heared,
My heart craved for you;when I read the description about you,
I thought you were photo genie,
But your pictures never told me lies,
Each of them blew up my mind,
It got me thinking;Are you sent from above?
Because there's nothing comparable to you,
And now I'm here looking at you,
Looking at a rainbow,
OH JERUSALEM!how I wish I can touch you and see if you're real.

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