Quite those lips, still.
Silence speaks innocence.
Youth calms and revolts, the rebellion.
Are words false or true, treacherous, heavenly?
Words are bland, without aroma, sightless.
Beautiful, my lines, captivating.
Forgotten in time, serenity.
Forgive me to inquire.
Silence speaks innocence.
Youth calms and revolts, the rebellion.
Are words false or true, treacherous, heavenly?
Words are bland, without aroma, sightless.
Beautiful, my lines, captivating.
Forgotten in time, serenity.
Forgive me to inquire.

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