Calle Crisology | Vigan City
Gaze on the dancing lights, Speak on the lonely moon, Shoot your dreams to the stars And who knows the rain will pour. Hanging to mine senses, Fooled not by caresses. Speak for thou moment, With the truest of intentions. Be enticed, Sire; Behold beauty atop! Prove thou can be trusted, Be a keeper of mine soul.
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