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Soft_lilac
In the odeon of dreams,
she comes to me,
gliding her hand onto mine.
The love of two souls,
breaking the mould,
into the lilac breeze.
Where are you now?
My angel unbound;
why must it end this way?
We were untouched
in an ocean of lust,
longing to kiss you someday.
she comes to me,
gliding her hand onto mine.
The love of two souls,
breaking the mould,
into the lilac breeze.
Where are you now?
My angel unbound;
why must it end this way?
We were untouched
in an ocean of lust,
longing to kiss you someday.
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