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There was a time in our lives,
When our love was deep as ocean And our hearts were mountain heights, And our hand-touch, true emotion. There was a time for us both too, When shivering was I on thy embrace, And kiss eachother in the ocean's water blue, For there was nothing else between but grace. There was a time when in the winter's freezing mid, By tongues of fire burning scented wood of apple-tree, We were a tear drop under Eros' God eye-lid, And thou loved me and I loved thee. There was a time which never shalt return, And time to be when death shalt use its sharpened swords, For under clear light of Southern Cross, All that shalt be...just our loving words. But...dear Princess with the darken eyes, These times shalt be for us just like a "deja vu" And then the fate shalt throw for us its dice, For you love me and I love you!
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