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You are my adoration, my attractive illusion,

my precious flower developed from within my heart,

the queen in her palace,

fabricated by her slave,

me,

reject the spaceship

in your hunt to stroke the sky and stars,

thats the motive my presence is in front,

seize my hand, heavens I shall separate,

for you with your soft charming hands,

as selecting your perfect fruit,

can select out a bright star,

though the beauty can not be in comparison

to your stunning features,

whats the issue my love,

the bright flaming sphere you grasp on hand,

melting your flesh away, will kiss your hands,

heavens weep,

with my kiss I attempt to make your tears evaporate,

heavens stop its tears,

my lips your flesh shall heal,

flaming circle that provides heat,

seems to be going into sleep,

calmly hidden in bed, shadows begin to robe territory,

your splendor image the shadows desire to pat,

but my heart illuminates up, scattering light,

for the shadows your image shall not touch

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