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When I was a lover

As Spring approaches, lovers are blooming the flowers
To fill their hearts with a sensation of giving
Part of themselves and taking with crafty craving
For now, the sight is clear, opened light towers.

Being entered, through the eyes with utmost trust
The soul examination of a partner, of a lover
This match will secure life, as the bodies hover
Into heaven, this perfect land without any crust.

The store is the chains linking them forever
Life will never be the same; marvellous mystics
That planned the meeting of this noble fever.

Fate drove the bus, and they accepted the ride
Taking them to ecstasy, island of sensual antics
Where they still live with glorious love and pride.

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