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The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
Walking on eggshells
Heel to toe
One broken hearted
But you wouldn't know...
Two crying eyes
Creating great seas
Three different people
one of them me
Four lies have been spoken
Five hours ago
There were Six Windows
Seven were closed
Eight were the women
You told me were friends
Nine are the moments
I'd trust you again
Ten are the ways, decent to tell
I love you so dearly...now please go to hell

— The End —