Darling miracle of mine, Are you nestled safe on level nine? I knew there was a storm brewing When 1 became 2 call it instinct, She will always know Do you resemble the North face where rivers amass with no seas? Or do you take after the pearl Surrounded by aquamarine Baby I will never know Call me ill-fated surely, To never hold you close or get lost in your smile But darling Please forgive me, Choices I had none
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