Amongst spirits, I whirl to find her,

Under a sea of blue so yawning,
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Seasons come and go and days pass us by,
Time is ready but here I stand,
Long wait time, she cannot see,
And long live her breath in my memory to be,
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How come the Rose spared in the void of its death?
How come the still Rose utter “I love you” in a sinister set,
Is it true that the Rose is where true beauty resides?
Perhaps one should respond this moment,
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Goodwill falls to allow you and I to be,
You are awe-inspiring when stained in my heart,
To treasure such a queen in the midst of my shadows,
Even when the abyss is yawning to keep us apart.
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Such a night of reverence may I be with her,
And the closing hour of Misery’s cruelty in the prime of my delight,
The time may be the most precious after all,
But who repeal turmoil of loneliness?
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