I have her picture
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 should I give up?

Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's a whole program
An artificial sky
Apple, who lights me up and leaves me
We love each other too quickly
Our lives are virtual

She writes to me
But my screen
Formats the feelings

But I imagine that a machine
Can only pretend
My goddess, she
Is not really real

Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's a whole program
An artificial sky
Apple, who lights me up and leaves me
We love each other too quickly
It's the vi, it's the virtual

A little bit of love, copy-pasted
A little bit of love, apple c
A little bit of love downloaded
A little bit of love to save, to save
But love is not virtual

Apple, it's a man and a woman
And it's a whole program
But love is not virtual (to save)
Apple, who lights me up and leaves me
We love each other too quickly
It's the vi, it's the virtual

Should I save
Or should I give up?

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