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Before the Night Collapse
Hail my cherished one I missed the very first night we met Though it was freezing,yet lovely-and I can't forget Those trees stand mighty and whispers tall While My heart,in your love, began to crawl O' my dear leman, come and lighten my heavy dream You are my glow,with those radiant gleam Without you,Must these days and nights pass slow? and it wearies me,and it's been a long ago I long to dwell with you, beneath the scatter twinkling stars Whispering those lovely stories,till we see the Deimos of mars I'd love to sing with you like a blitheful skylark And soar high up the azure, till the looming dark I remembered my name you did hight If ever we meet,I shall buss and embrace you so tight I fear of losing you, and shattering apart This fear oft,throbs my fragmented heart Before the tiring day bid its farewell I'm caressed by your buds of Bluebell Upon I began to felt your absence Solitude becomes my preference I was born with hands too small to hold your love But the heart too shallow to carry your dove Thus you shall never ought to leave For my life would be, weep in tears of grieve Hail my lief,would you rather hold my arms untill the earth ends? Or would you rather take me before the Swan amends?
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