When all of what I think of the stuff I am is gone, all beauty nudges dutifully the least of me to such ascension..................because of you..........
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at a great distance heard you speak closer your song stirred me and my first look into your eyes not like stars but the actual stars forever lost at home receiving your gifts giving mine rolling peace and longing
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at a great distance heard you speak closer your song stirred me and my first look into your eyes not like stars but the actual stars forever lost at home receiving your gifts giving mine rolling peace and longing
possessing desires distance you tempt weak tired shouts give up cold grip on fragile heart makes stronger beating for you summon grace I supplicate to grace for such together being
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