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It's about things beyond logic, seemed like fantasy |
| The sun is coming down The light is nearly gone And the color of dark eagerly covers the earth The scent of night spreads over my window It smells flowers, a white genuine one It smells like love, a pure scent of heart It smells like life, an innocent creature born without burden But I could not guess what is it Neither define what it was I could not mention how it is Either would not be able to describe It is like nature that every one knows Yet closely like things that people might not dare to explain Is it creature..that created from ashes Was it a scent ... That made after love fell apart But it seemed pure... With nothing might be able to darken it It seemed like you... A temptress of heart |