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We could stay here
Frozen in time
with a single flake of snow,
That would refuse to melt
I would hear you sing
Rumi and Tabraiz
The rain would be music
Your almond eyes
would be candles
We could stay here
frozen in time
holding onto the
fingers of eternity,
I would lean over
Whisper in your ear
And night would never end



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