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| Upon gazing into these lofty clouds, My life becomes a misty shroud. What I was or who I was, you'll never know, What is in fact important, is how I love you so. I am not of the town you are from, But when I lay my eyes upon thee, my heart goes numb. Awakening into a weakened state by the love I feel, There's also my heart that I wish would heal. Ensued into a world of thine own, I am sitting casually in a royal throne. How I am full of glee. When an acknowledged grin is on the face of thee. |
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