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He is the light breaking through the trees at dawn. The dust that falls softly from the stars. The wind that blows leaves into the air. And the moon beaming on her skin so fair. Subtleties with remarkable beauty. His love lives within the universe— so truly. He is the light breaking through the trees at dawn. She will cherish a love until she is gone.
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
Until She Is Gone