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Amnesia
A look the seed of passion grew
A world of sight i never knew
Those softened eyes could cast a spell
The hell of trials one smile could quell
A rush the bud of fervor bloomed
Your touch had nurtured searchers gloom
With fingers crossed our bliss began
The pull of true loves now at hand
Your vibrance brightens silencing
The shines from diamonds prized by kings
Adoring posings so sheen when
Your glow leaned slowly closing in
Let this peasant steal a kiss
To taste divine ambrosian lips
On jesters mouth your breath caressed
On pleasures bed our lips lay pressed

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