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An April's once upon a time,
We've shaken hands at nine;
Made from pure violet and lilac,
Yet drawn into black and white.
These petals fell and flew as purple snowfall
Cuddled with the winds and its downfall.
For once and for all;
I'm still nothing but reverie's
Waiting like my lonely window dressed up with clinginess.
I've read you;
So, I leave myself, writing your name on moon's cheeks, and midnight's hue.
I told the stars about you,
And they need you too
Like the way I've wished to have a glimpse
Of shooting stars in your eyes and lips.
Thank God! It was like rain in drought,
Still painted in my mind's thoughts.
You were my one great poison,
And now I'm burning with these tight embraces of forlorn.
