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That was a moment to remember which left me mesmerised It was not a flower neither sunset nor sunrise But the beauty of the sight had left me in surprise How can one be so beautiful
It's not a trial to slay a doe Among the forest floor and snow, Enchanted by the final breath Echoing from the chasm breath. A soul escaping from a snout,  A final breath struggles out
I love you  I love you Thats all you have to say Thats the magical phrase There's  a million stars  When you look up to the sky Every single one is a different possibility
A dark clear sky is all you see.
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