my favorite faded fantasy

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even when i'm waking up later in the morning,
i make time to put a drop of a rose on my lips,
just enough to fable to me a thrilling whisper
at the rendezvous with the happiness you are,
one of my favorite faded fantasies lost willingly
with your alluring essences into my essences

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