I have her image
I have her email
Her heart at the end of the keyboard
I have her face
And the desire for her
Without ever having touched her
Should I save?
Or give up?
Pomme, it's a man and a woman
And it's quite a program
A artificial sky
Apple, which turns me on and leaves me
We love each other too quickly
Our lives are virtual
She writes to me
But my screen
formats feelings
But I imagine that a machine
Can only pretend
My goddess She
Isn't really real
Pomme, it's a man and a woman
And it's quite a program
An artificial sky
Pomme, which turns me on and leaves me
We love too quickly
It's the vi-it's the virtual.
A little love, copied and pasted
A little love, apple c
A little of love downloaded
A little love to save. to save.
But love is not virtual.
Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's quite a program
An artificial sky
br/>Apple, who turns me on and leaves me
We love each other too quickly
It's the vi-it's the virtual.
Must I save
Or should I give up?

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