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The night is running is riding along and

Strings of pearls is your sweet and alusive,

Smile,

Smothing in their way, so soft,

Some of the sad wrinkles of my worn-out soul.



And you whole world opens up, so inocent and

Shy before me,

And your ample white wings, covered me again

Protective over and under your warm and sweet,

Breath.



Spilling sultry all around me again your perfumed

Essence,

And time recoils, from your dried and deceiful lips

From forgotten kisses, and bygone lovers.





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