Scarred
Of all the beauties in the World
The one that I adore
To me, is like a deity-girl,
A muse, but only more.
I do not hope it means to you
Something enough to care,
But settle for the pleasant view
And think it only fair;
However long my path will be
Across the maze of time,
I'll bear the mark you've left on me
And say: it's only fine.
The one that I adore
To me, is like a deity-girl,
A muse, but only more.
I do not hope it means to you
Something enough to care,
But settle for the pleasant view
And think it only fair;
However long my path will be
Across the maze of time,
I'll bear the mark you've left on me
And say: it's only fine.
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