Only the sound of your voice can unlock the secret i hold within me, and as i stare into the sunset the sounds of children playing will be apparant. Watch as the dandelion fades and the whisper of the midnight sky makes the hair on the back of your neck raise, and it grows louder as the moon rises towards its final destination, and as this grows it soon will turn into the wind, as it once was and always will be, so take my hand, as we run down the streets screaming of the end of the world. And we will be happy, for we will have somebody as the sky starts to fall and turn red, and when the crimson touches down on the morning grass, the freshly put dew will evaporate, and all will come to a stop. so let us drift to sleep looking into eachothers eyes smiling, thinking of the gift of our love and how it has unfolded its wings,with a gracefulness that not even the purest of an angel could match. And when all is over, we shall both rest eternally in the kingdom that we were given the souls out of.
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