Her hair was the ocean,
and his tears were the moon.
Her whispers were of sandstorms,
of showers at high noon.
His songs were of silence,
of deafening symphonies.
Their love was of metaphors,
of unexplained allegories.
Her hair was the ocean,
and his tears were the moon.
Her whispers were of sandstorms,
of showers at high noon.
His songs were of silence,
of deafening symphonies.
Their love was of metaphors,
of unexplained allegories.
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