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Secret Magic Sight
The stark ivory glisten is like
islands of broken diamonds.
Smashed sparkling beauty,
It became her retina's duty
To behold an acutely bright,
angelic ray of light.
She needed that sign.
That he was still there,
just beyond alive.
Or was it hazy sun drugged on peace?
The ambience of mixtures of light,
becomes our secret magic sight.
islands of broken diamonds.
Smashed sparkling beauty,
It became her retina's duty
To behold an acutely bright,
angelic ray of light.
She needed that sign.
That he was still there,
just beyond alive.
Or was it hazy sun drugged on peace?
The ambience of mixtures of light,
becomes our secret magic sight.
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