I want to paint her a sunset
Where she can imagine the universes orchestra
Playing a silent tune of melancholy just for her
Should you not want a happier chorus than melancholy?
Not right now
First, let us close this chapter of 'almosts'
Fade it to black
And begin rewriting the symphony of a destiny (hers? Perhaps) with the pink kiss of the mornings dew
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