Lifetime

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Freezing at thy cold, stoned heart,

Freeing the depths of thy mind.

Ne'er calling thyself an art,

Ne'er seeing thyself as kind.

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Seeing with mine crystal eyes:

Witness the gentle lady!

With thee, I shall always fly;

Thou shall always spark in glee.

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A mission from far away;

I, habitually, shall wait.

Painf'lly, "Why must ye not stay?"

Fate is waiting at thy gate.

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I may wait for etern'ty,

Love has perpetuity.

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