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If I call you as my own

Would you let me?

I found you in mist of in between glooming and shining skies

Now, you are the subject of my sighs, melodies and smiles

Might as well to call you mine

So, I can stop thinking where should I lay

Pondering heartbeats and grinning lips

You are the inedible mark I will never let go of grip

As if I am your eclipse 

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