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Feb 8
black mountains above the golden sand,
in this dream i'll seek your hand,
indifferent to the laws of time,
i'll walk forever beneath its shine,
seeking the memories that were once mine.

for my heart has a delicate brand,
one that i cannot stand,
so i'll look for the cure in rhyme,
until they play my pretty chimes
in the land of golden clime.
pretty chimes :)
Written by
michael  17/M/US
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