What would you say if we
Remain two parallel lines
Never crossing we stay in each other’s view
Point blank, heart to heart?
No, No, No, you say
It is cruel.
Yes, yes, I agree
I know that longing
Love’s magic power of drawing
Two lines to melt in hearts’ popping
But you know and me and then
And then no more no more
Happily ever after we shall see
White despair in between
And yet a moth I’d like to
Be in your light and die.
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