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Fools Like I
shall I call her love?
shall I call her beauty?
oh, but for the truth
I would call her mine,
fools like I, dream
of dreams themselves,
wishing upon miracles
for the simple gesture
of a passing smile, or
touch of her hand in
moonlights blessing, or
taste of lips, sweet in desire
of fortunes promise,
oh, but for the truth,
I would ransom my soul
to claim her heart as mine,
for eternities breath
