Sun has fallen mind now blind
Nothing worring our tide
Breathes killing sielense deep
Far away is our rip
Hearts are making weather morph
From cold winter to the hot
Lightning flowers blossom skin
It is time that feelings win
All beauty young from earth to sky
So charming shine and body line
Are now mine like yours am I...
In us is our hoping sign!
We
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