When I think of how my days should be spent,
All I could look back is how it went.
In a melancholy holding breath.
Desperate to caress you like a Web,
My love for you is quest.
Each day hoping to quench my thirtst
Ah, What a Love it is?
That makes me weak, showing me the pathways to reac
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