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Not a hundred words, not a
Thousand works of art
Could describe the 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞
Of you still seen in the dark.
Not a hundred songs, not a
Thousand nights
Could catch the 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐
Sat in your eyes.
Only one thing could clearly.
That is the light my heart hold'
Beating for yours so dearly
In the folds of the thousand
Poems about you I told.
Our love is bright like a 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊.
And still
You would be
The brightest light
In the city of my 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊.
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