Fantasy
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Waiting for you
To come down from your throne
Your light is on my wishlist
Its silver touch is my magic wand
Suddenly making the darkness disappear
Into the cloak of passion
Waiting for you
With eyes of daydreams
Where fate is a pliant tool
Moulded by the lover
And beauty doesn't come with the curse
Of being a victim of Time.
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