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Touching

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Touch not the things of distant suns
for they are fiery blasts of cauldrons...

Not with fears, tears, and dread;
Now I'll erase memories of the things you've done...
for theyare remnants of things lot with tears,
tears, and dread.

Take up the burden of one your heart vowed to love
whilst lost in stars of brilliant light.
The darkest day nor the brightnest night
just bear up against the test of time

and...

hold/close hearts you don't owe NOthing nor NOdreams,
Left behind the things and dreams...

Only love as it would ever be,
My heart for you and your heart for me.