Under the vast cloak of twilight, Random jewels shoned through the night. Effortless signs of moving grace, Beckons strangely a familar face. Each sweet smelling flowing streak, Attraction soared to a peak. Upon a time, like any other story, The winged deity have to say sorry. In the Alps, where the zephyr blows, Fulfiling my destiny i had to follow. Us- a mirage, a camel weep, Lavishing the past i yearn to keep..
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