III
Undish
Be a light of my nights,
Be the blue of the sky
on a gloomy,
Be a broken dream and
waiting for caress,
Even be eternal longing
But be,
With you,
things make sense.
Be the blue of the sky
on a gloomy,
Be a broken dream and
waiting for caress,
Even be eternal longing
But be,
With you,
things make sense.
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