Nothing For Le Lune

Nothing for le Lune, except the shadow and sadness of her tune. Nothing for le Lune, except the crisp white edge of her. Nothing yet as mighty tides our bodies yearn to her, and Amber tears show loves a lose for her. Yet still I pine for her, and long to dream her. With enchated embrace to come within her, then tranquil lost amoung the dust of her. Sigh for ever loss amour. 

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