I captured the moment taken,
I denied the greatest love.
Turned to the purity of tenderness,
I saw myself in the window.
Complete fullness I now break,
I return to my lover,
Denied by fashion through ages
Now I walk the dying soil,
Now I walk the dying desert.
Faked lies is the phone codes.
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