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splendor of sun was just starting to shine the Pyramid's darkest chambers love we are about to search it now has its own masked warriors this would not be a righteous destination for adventuring in a state of peace looking thousand years older than it had the time before I give you at least a last chance so that you would not disappear without realizing how much I had love you despite all those walls I felt an irresistible passion to face day with you forever we could share what we had left locked and do everything right that we had done wrongly yesterday a solo oboe was serenading Winter nights singing the same ballade again and again each note was an act of grateful for the moments stolen from the heart the melody carried as deep as it had to and achieved a supernatural resonance (dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Kuji Soliman)