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Your crown hovers above the undergrowth
As I'm searching for the first word to say
There were so many, so many others
But you're the only one to make me stay.
The cloud's colours a majestic vision
Now a chill is in the clear evening air
Slowly but surely I make my mission
Forever to be with you, always there.
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