Why are you not in a dreary slumber? This deep...
Shhhh can you hear that sound? Be still.
Listen to me...
You my dear are of unfathomable beauty, just as...
Words cannot depict nor show my love for you, but...
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Too dream is a gift. Some can only hope that the terros of the night shall be perished be the softness of an everlasting dream. |
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Cute. |