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your perfect love endures in me
in purity, it burns so clean
there is no word, or verb so true
as when I am immersed in you
so vivacious, without sensation
I dream without hallucination
I travel on a road sky high
it is a beauty undefined
it is so solemn, yet so light
I see the dawn beyond all night
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