That brow when rose, browbeats me,
To fall into your pliable foot.
Your tip of tounge, my elixir source,
When enchants my name,
Seems like you christened me everytime.
Those blue eyes when beckon
Upon me,
I'm taken to the never-neverland...
And I see you in every dreams and reveries.
Just to wish that dreams should come true,
I pray to every stone that is worshipped as almighty
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