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A secret marriage in the dead of night
To a beauty for whom Roderigo would fight
But the gentle Desdemona to marry a moor
Was a thought Barbantio would directly abhor
If winter comes
I never think
Because when summer comes
The fire tends to its lost blaze.
And the house we built so secretly
Crumbles Into the hut we fell accustomed to
As the whispers of my heart
Design the desires of my soul
Each
Piece that travels down
Has more significance than gold
One
Unattainable quality my kind
Couldn't bare to see go
We crossed paths in the night sky
As the Angels fought about us
We found something they'd never know
"Such a love lost In heaven "
God said as he sent us to hell
Making every moment last
