Beauty came calling abound the willow of love
The name that echo across the cold nights of Prey
Her long hair were mild like ivory hunting prey
Her lips were fresher than the dew of Kigali
Polish eyes as though beget from outer space
Tangles of gold, shinning light to mortal prey
that leverage this amorous night of prey
In her sleep, abound the calmness of her beauty
Tell her to resurrect hope beyond the night of prey
Though the cloud cover our gaze to call on hope
Her names were dotted in those tingle little
stars of hope
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