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Shimmering memories as an oasis afar
that last patch of asphalt has left me a scar
The burn that I feel reminds me it's real
a line has no ends when it's middle's revealed
The desert is crying your name in the wind
on clouds made of horses my love I will send
I whisper the thing that has joined with my nights
In hopes that you'll hear me and turn on the lights
As waterfalls glisten, my eyes speak of you
as always, forever, it happens so few
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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