She was as beautiful as the stars,
glowing in the night,
brighter than the moon.
She loved poetry,
she read Edgar Allen Poe,
drifting into the poems herself.
When I stared at her,
I knew I loved her,
even if she couldn't back.
glowing in the night,
brighter than the moon.
She loved poetry,
she read Edgar Allen Poe,
drifting into the poems herself.
When I stared at her,
I knew I loved her,
even if she couldn't back.
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