Forever in debt, back to Lyra, we set. In order to seek, we live fresh to death. Her love is warm, yes so kind. May she drank with us, all of the wine. For love, we must, burst into flames. Falling in love with someone in pain. May she trust and may she seek. She won't admit, admit to defeat. Forever ago, her ego is high. High as the birds, as those old will die. May she fight, and enlighten her soul. She knows that she eventually has to let em go.
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