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her face, so pale,
her beauty, so mesmerising,
her eyes, so confusing,
her hands, in mine,
i don't know why, but i,
picture her in white, the same when we unite,
white, as the whitest lily on a stream,
so illogical, yet so valiant,
she lies, to hide it inside,
i still try, but in vain,
her silhouette, against a lamp in a dark room,
burns your heart inside,
hnykins is i, pixy is she,
she threatens you, but always comes back,
is she trifling? i cannot say,
cause im lost, in those locks...
to her i can be, like the great oak tree,
waiting patiently, for we will unite,
there is no place i cannot go, my heart is heavy but does it show?
i cannot go on, i want to run,
she's got me confused...
but i hang, i hang on...