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My Love
You are not a page, my love
You're a whole book of poetry,
One I could read to the sun,
As it parts with day,
Adorning the horizon,
With a scarlet dust.
I could read your beauty,
to the stars in the night sky,
As they keep us...
You're a whole book of poetry,
One I could read to the sun,
As it parts with day,
Adorning the horizon,
With a scarlet dust.
I could read your beauty,
to the stars in the night sky,
As they keep us...
