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Behind an arc with glowing curtains a dove is flying, tired wings, where you are He is uncertain you girl with dress so red, that sings. when the ships emit a spark eyes of ghosts in the ocean's domain would they consider it dark to turn the mermaid into foam of pain would be great for their low honor drapery so torn by claws, alienly fey, it's like sorrowful news spread by a caller; yet fashionably stony graves just weigh. the eyelids are closing, so dozy, they are sweet like honey of gold. burning out so cozy like they want to die before they're old. three stars in a crown so new like a mirror Einaledge Above them flies a snowy owl with a trail of yearning pledge. as there isn't anything more fair than a remorseful young man so sad with raven feathers in his lively hair married to his dreams, so glad. he didn't know how he got immersed in fixated passion to sink a brothered ship the lights of two trees-temples dispersed drinking water from the prince's tears; drip to turn into opals, that shall, from the dark corona observe him as a cathedral, purebloodness coolly waiting with aroma, as they're silmarils, untouched by killers, but not as crystals ~ in his eyes that are souls. they are portal mightily defending pillars. The prince is silent and cries, observing his goals.
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