She's awake at night, turning thoughts on mind Scrolling back in time through emotions' spine, Questioning herself at the manners' shelf, Blinking eyes of quest with the greatest zest, Trying to revive meanings of her drive, While the hope grows dark, torturing her spark.
Stars are pouring charm in desire's arm, Singing hymns of love rising from above, Melting hearts despite of his leaving write.
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