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The last to ever dream
Trumpets pronounced their last words, laurel crown heads seeked refuge, in a world with mortal starts and ends.
Golden tears rounded your face,
as if Phoebus Apollo was in search of safe haven,
paradise sang out for the remaining souls, exiled to Earth's surface, but so did the Hades.
As Paolo and Francesca once dreamed, we dreamed again,
sinking down to the depths, where the earth is smaller, but the pain is greater, where wind takes air's place, and the starlings mourn hope's fate, where mighty Peleus son lays, and Helen of Sparta cries.
As our feet got lighter, you held my hand in yours, the world was not ending, because you were my world.
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Golden tears rounded your face,
as if Phoebus Apollo was in search of safe haven,
paradise sang out for the remaining souls, exiled to Earth's surface, but so did the Hades.
As Paolo and Francesca once dreamed, we dreamed again,
sinking down to the depths, where the earth is smaller, but the pain is greater, where wind takes air's place, and the starlings mourn hope's fate, where mighty Peleus son lays, and Helen of Sparta cries.
As our feet got lighter, you held my hand in yours, the world was not ending, because you were my world.
© All Rights Reserved
