Two heads tilted under the moonlight,
In the cycloramic vista where dreams ascent,
When the breeze was shielding the comfy warmth,
Where words were beaten and silence pacified.
In the cycloramic vista where dreams ascent,
Emotions were a destiny, memories the proceeds,
Where words were beaten and silence pacified,
As strangers in disguise they impressed by smiles.
Emotions were a destiny, memories the proceeds,
When the breeze was shielding the comfy warmth,
As strangers in disguise they impressed by smiles,
Two heads tilted under the moonlight.
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