For my Gi

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Sweet moonchild , lovely moonchild
Talking to the trees,smells like a an orchid
Dancing in the shadows, river nearby
Colors in mind , night calling her Gi

Sweet moonchild , lovely moonchild
Waiting for a smile , letting me to feed
On her soft lips, heading to river
Together , drowning in the love feever

Never ending

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