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Desire hoped to be filled
As my sole desired
Returned to paper
Word fill me
And sound be spoken
Desire grow deep within
Need reaches empty holes
Mystery fills what is empty
Can my desires be tamed
By a face so fair
What makes sense in desire
When love has not arise
Do greed fill the illusion
Will it be enough
Can't see through mist
Sigh obscured
Unknown the feeling
Desire still burning
How close one hope to be
O how close
Will u cure the scars
Will u be good...
Was it sent...
We'll, mist be mist
Sigh obscured
Oh what fun
Mystery brings!
Returned to paper
Word fill me
And sound be spoken
Desire grow deep within
Need reaches empty holes
Mystery fills what is empty
Can my desires be tamed
By a face so fair
What makes sense in desire
When love has not arise
Do greed fill the illusion
Will it be enough
Can't see through mist
Sigh obscured
Unknown the feeling
Desire still burning
How close one hope to be
O how close
Will u cure the scars
Will u be good...
Was it sent...
We'll, mist be mist
Sigh obscured
Oh what fun
Mystery brings!
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