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| The ancient light retires with tender colors of day declining in a forgetful desire . . . suddenly I dwell Onto the ridge of time a soft breeze blushing your hairs smiling in enchanted eyes you come back Outstretched offering your grace radiating with young fulness there's sweet confidence on your face my dreadful love The crowdslide thins out in the evening from the delirious sport ground . . . you're lost forever my spring illusion is broken Few time stopped the clockturn of our grief but suddenly your preoccupied smile the ancient dream again keeps alive my beautiful old love of now |
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