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to guild those souls,
through the shadows of night. -
When fears come alive
And creatures torment -
In the month of February
He always prays -
I whisper
“I’ll love, you till I die” -
Her eyes glisten with hunger
As she spots her prey -
The restless nights
The pain within -
Deep inside my very core
I spread my wings -
She turns to face him
His golden eyes shine -
They always dream
Of life on the land -
There's so much I could say,
So much I could do,
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