We would be wrapped in divinity,
Stars strewn above our eyes,
Winds teasing through strands of hair.
Whispered words sifting through the sighing clouds,
Telling of a dawn breaking just for us.
We would be wrapped in divinity,
Stars strewn above our eyes,
Winds teasing through strands of hair.
Whispered words sifting through the sighing clouds,
Telling of a dawn breaking just for us.
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