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Things are what they seem

A shower of radiant beams

The smile dawning across

Your features they emboss

There's no secret, no lies

No conspiracy, only my eyes

Don't strain, let go of pain

On the grounds where we've lain

Your heartache is mine, ours

I'm finally here, in this tower.

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