He was there! In that magical moment
making the winds sing while stars wept
The magician, he summoned our souls
and conjured a perfect summer dream;
the moon went swirling across the skies
a fire burnt within the two lonely hearts
there was a desire so deep and so dark
nothing survived but a delicate streak
and traces of a rare, enchanting memory.
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