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With the rays of sun fading
I met a lady in the fields,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Whatever
comes
we’ll see
Forever
you know
it might be ~
We want to be there
when the twilight
becomes blue.
Let’s fly
in the
dreams now
Lasso my heart
never learns, your
voice is what it yearns
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