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Through a world of discordance, I found You.
From bane to bliss, You lifted me.

With a soul so resonate Your words.
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She who arrived as an angel, entrapped me with her fervent descent.
In angelic glow she decorates my heart
And twinkling stardust she lays the path
In awe of her beauty I pursue
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In a frantic world with fleeting desires
Of the same feather with fate conspire

Wind in an airy surge knows no path
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Love of our times in prism tense
Transcending through space on disparate lands
Canned in white of flickering sight
Split unto fractions in barren light
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You madman ranting in the train
Time sold in that bottle should delay your pain
But what has poisoned you to disordain
Professing the impossible over and over again
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And he breathes a steady tempo
In the arch of my elbow
So I keep the arch narrow
Lest he moves in random fits of woe
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