| Dews were still crowning the grass, Heavy my drowsy eyes, Mist is still enveloping us, Slowly, the dreamy night dies. Up in the distance, the shadow of the hills, A known, unknown face, Aforgotten history, fog that peels, Call from the left aside days. Quivering lips of new born Sun, Music from the bangles new, Blunts of my castle no more burns, I never thought, I'd ever meet you! Nomore that fairness enchants me, That mind I've burnt in a pyre, A coldness tht turns me free, An ice that killed a fire. |
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