FANCIES

Passion forever fancies

Songs of rapture caressing me now

Two hearts winning fast

Affection and caring carrying true love.



Laughter weaving pictures past

Butterflies dancing on glass

The world cries, we must cry

You must stop all this cry.



Hearts encased  in golden shrine

Closing and opening rapidily rhymes

The world cries, we must now really drown

The world agonizes and later on... dies.






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