I have come from the way of desert,
where I left all my decent art,
There have been long emo in my heart,
which will never be off me impart.
Again there's same sound of bell,
that I heard when I was on the sand sail,
It reminds me of some solitary tale,
of some elite, some ecstasy and some life's pale.
It is for I have found you in new,
and I figured myself love to love you,
Now there's no agony or blue,
as you are my hope that imbue.
I will hold your hand with care,
the gentle touch that will make you a flair,
From now to the millions of years,
I say, 'I will make your tears a silver.'
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