Miracle to be called yours is my heaven, you are not mine above gods treason.
Beats of my sad symphony quietly reaches your land over a message of my death.
Crying and regretting, over asking you how is your love.
Walking to reach the impossible,with dried eyes for your shadow.
I may die in the strings of music, but my love will be sung forever.
Imagined to live for your smile, Amazed to see you dry.
She wanted a name of flight, He wanted her happiness.
Mortal heart beats for true love and dies against the distance.
You know everything, you feel everything!
Next cycle should go; you being me and me being you.
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