The trustfall
The night skipped a beat
Dancers bid farewell
The stars woke and the moon spun a tune
The leaves gave a scent that smell like you
If you were to loose your glamour
I question myself, will I still love you
If you were to become poor,
Will I still help you build another world?
Is it wise of me to surrender?
Is this faith or folly?
I am lost, so
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