Time has passed, the season has come
Just like how we met the other day
A million years may have passed since we met
years spent in the brevity of hope and love
in the seven beautiful moons lies the shekels of our love
Blown by the academic wind of passion
I yonder into the far-far west
yet my lady for you no amount of distance is a crime
Hallow above the columns of hate we love aloft
Like the chariots of love legends, ours blaze in flames
as a furnace that never stops burning
So is my love for you my love...
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