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Birds of a Feather


I met you in a den wolves I still remember the look on your face 2:54 am lit through the darkness Expecting you to ignore not see me Then you came over and said Let's be friends and defended me from the storm outside Your touch made magic seem like a joke And how you drew my name from your lips Forever the Name on my lips you said I was never much a believer of fate But darling in your eyes, I see our love I once believe Love was Chaos But know I see its Golden like Daylight Blue is color I never wore around you
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