She knows the dew drops of dawn, as morning tears and sweat.
She is the devil that rides in cloaked flesh, and given the chance for redemption.
We intertwine, dangling some more, as flowers become the blossom of our love on two branches. I make anew, where love was,
As love will ever be,
And as I will let it fly from me, and fly away, into another life once more.
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