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May 16th 2006
Step by step, I watch the colours of the rainbow, Which flow from your beauty, my love; And how they all braid so lovely, though, I still need you to share it with, please fly down from above. 'Please God let me reach the end of this path', I whisper, and pray; I don't want to feel His wrath, I would like to feel her... if I may. Colours flow into my treasure, which is you, And take me to a love I'll never lose; For my heart and core stand here, too, In my love's rose. It blooms so beautifully, as I touch her, The most gorgeous flower on Earth... is made by me; But it takes so much to show a flower, To show how beautiful it can become and be. If seen... only if.
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