Let not the winds get a wind,
of the secret that smoulders
in embers of our passion unbound
Let not the waters hum
the forbidden song, that we sing
Let no flowers steal
the fragrance that holds you and me
under a mystic spell
Lest the whispers set rolling the mills
to churn out a flow of a story
That's ours, still Destiny plays truant
till we reel under the storms -
and be dead and violated to live as a legend!
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