You will host the hall
Invitations would be sent
Folks...
No folks...
Only I would come there
How would you receive me, love?
With opening chest,
or historical hands,
or with immortal eyes
Floor will freshen it
Indeed, you would invade the hour
Your hour would be yours
I will be yours,
Yours forever!
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