That man who is standing against all tides
Of wavering darkness of uncertainty
Is quivering in his absolute stance
Waiting for love to set you free
He stares towards the burning sunset
Alone beneath the heartfelt wind
Wishing for the stars to assent upon his account
Of hope, of fate, and all that in between
His heart, which is infested by your existence
Is beating its life to the very blue
For the utter fear and its infinite truth
That there can never be another you
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