Of That Night
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I. Of that night, your beauty remains; pictorial history, in clearest of frames, captures the tulips that conveys the days we waltzed the nights, and unmoored our fights; of morrows madness, we shall relent and sing with rapture, in earnest plays. II. Of that night, your heart remains; whimsical beats, in oceans of frames, resonates the silence that enswathed the days we kissed with might, and molded our light; of morrows madness, we shall relent, and yearn with passion, and timeless mays. III. Of that night, your soul remains; wondrous eyes, with journeys to frame, enclasped this soul that endured the days that dreamt of light, yet fortold your delight; of morrows madness, I shall relent, and yield this heart, in assiduous ways ...
