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ink cried and drowned in the vast ocean of anonymity,
not realising that they owe one sin, tempestuous or not let fate decide,
she was cursed yet she revolted,
he was sweating blood to keep their mouths shut,
he was the scar she proudly wore as a birth mark,
she was the dream he dared to get close to,
how far can they go to sleep in the dark alleys of midnight?
destiny Will pay a visit,says the soothsayer...
A little more
A little longer they
wait to see the light of the century
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