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Await for you I stand at corners of the night...
No, I don’t want you, no. You’ve always been so very mine, and be you will Still very mine forever, And even if I were to take a thousand steps away from you You’d always meet my palm – a lover’s hunger in Togetherness. Await for you I stand at corners of the night... Were you to ever search me, ever I’m the first brides’ first ever smile, The moonbeam’s secret vow, The cherries’ taste of June. We’ll stare into each other with eyelids touchin’ tremblin’ly A soul we somehow came upon. My burnt-out feather will erase the teardrop in your locks, And taste the hidden bitterness Deep-down in wrinckles on your soul. Await for you I stand at corners of the night... Just wend your way to me and far beyond... Yourself. Just throw your voice in sweet the depth Of us not yet.
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