Ah, yes! The lights shimmer a fine greeting!
Of course, your majesty.
Of course, I'll go with you.
After all-
[what are we without each other?]
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| By His lead, Hawks caress the winds over the swirling mists that hug my *twinkling* misery. | ||||||||||||||
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| As if there were no current, I weave my words by 'candlelight', so that my poor metropolis might not be deterred by man's vicious glare. Ah, yes! The lights shimmer a fine greeting! Of course, your majesty. Of course, I'll go with you. After all- [what are we without each other?] |
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