we reach into the night, Where the water will rise, Your wings will unbend. In your brilliant display All out worries will wash away. On pale, imperfect eyes, Chandeliers
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When we reach into the night, Where the water will rise, Your wings will unbend. In your brilliant display All out worries will wash away. On pale, imperfect eyes, Chandeliers