I remember the smell of your soul upon me. When dreams always lasted longer than reality. I recall the touch of your stare through mine, it drifted ever so gently. The pain of your heart turning, it dispatches me. I remember the taste of your honeysuckle hair and your challenging heart. I still see you standing there in all your despair. It crushes me to hear your songs of flying free. You are still my whisper dove that dives into moonless nights.
I remember the smell of your soul upon me. When dreams always lasted longer than reality. I recall the touch of your stare through mine, it drifted ever so gently. The pain of your heart turning, it dispatches me. I remember the taste of your honeysuckle hair and your challenging heart. I still see you standing there in all your despair. It crushes me to hear your songs of flying free. You are still my whisper dove that dives into moonless nights.
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