Poem 25

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 Are you dreaming or is it really true,

I believed, and you'd get noticed,

My name is forgotten,

Exiled in the depths of the red night,

Equal to the Moonlight,

Yet I know not why,

Of such curious contemplation,

Up from the darkness through its roots,

And then I will tell you a tale,

Remember the darkness of the night?

Emptyness that was his condemnation,

And today he cries that yesterday he laughed,

Will our dream ever come true,

Exactly Once in my heart,

Avid that only asks for the brightness of light,

She passed through the darkness gate,

Or tonight I will ask you,

Milady,Can you unleash the soul of mine?

Equinox of the only soul door.  

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