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The blue flew from my eyes into the sky, from sky to cover the sea.
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Born of the gods in the land by the sea ...
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Up and down, in and out ... The memory remains and lingers sweet.
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I have heard the sound of a thousand tears
falling on the windows of my soul like rain.
I have felt the loneness which comes with fears
and the hol..
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Just a moment of giddy reflection.
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Why cause our love to run and hide,
to drown it 'neath the whispering tide,
to cause it shatter upon the earth,
to deny the wonder of its birth?
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The night beckons with its rain-infused air,
each star a memory of a time before.
Luna is penchant on the palanquin of night,
as her luminescence d..
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... but so much more.
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The language of love is written on air.
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Love is as rare as the pyramids in the mist,
as deep as the ocean which has never been kissed,
as old as father time, as sweet as morning dew,
and ..
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