.Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind.
I was too touched to see you clearly,
Far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you,
Who's world I had designed,
But the sweet smoke came with mirrors
And it brought tears to my wide eyes.
Dying just to see you...
Dying sin.
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