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Seeing your face painted silver by the moonlight
sweet winds whispers secrets we can’t hear
ready to love, tension bursts, scattering stars
life isn’t waiting it's living, breathing,running with us
"are you ready to be happy?" the trees would sigh
waving there branches beckoning us, daring us
we reply with quicker breaths and pumping hearts
we answer with wet eyes and torn up souls

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