Quarent-cinq

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"I knew you'd be here,
You know not to be cliché or something but,
Do you think of me as so shallow?
Do you think love is so shallow?
That I would no love you again just because of a stupid spell.
I still don't see your eyes,
The shade of golden they make now,
I still don't see your lips,
The irresistible feeling they give me,
I still don't see your features sharp in the moonlights magic,
I still see you.
Your fairness,
The one in your soul.
How you're skin shines a different shade,
How your eyes matches the sun,
How your lips say the same magical words,
How you are so beautiful,
Even when you had a fairy's curse.
It's still you."

"It is,
How stupid of me to think you so shallow,
I am sorry Désris.
But I am not beautiful anymore."

"You're beautiful to me."

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