I'd waive the fare to the portal, of the existence between us.
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I'm longing for moments with you, perfection.
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And you're proof of it.
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I'd drink the poison from the bottom of your scarlet eyes.
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Together you and I.
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And excreting aspirations.
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Time stands still on angel's wings.
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Your wings; you angel.
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(So let's find a road where no one goes and make a toast, here's to the night).
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Don't be foolish; this is only time stepping around us.
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Everything seems so still.
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Diplomacy, Day 8
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Kingston Falls |