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Beauty translates to love,
because it in itself is a lie.
A love like beauty of her,
is a delicacy of the eyes and heart.
A might she has is of the heart,
beauty being a manifestation of hers.
Beauty is her.
A late of her night.
A date of her bane.
A night of her love.
A light of her only love.
A light-loving system.
A die and dye in my lie.
A mine and hine in my swine.
A lie in my time.A day to time.
A sight of her mile in my nile.
A lie in my daint in my dile.
A sigh in my sleigh in my high.
A marking a corrupt markable is a glory hun living.
Sunidhi
A lie telling girl was my need.
A heap of my tired girl reaches a sand.
A toll of hers only. A hedger cat.
A tont. A tummy belly cat.
A silk dolled work.
A night of his neep.
A night of his dye.
A light of his mop.
A right so wrong and left.
Her mother's lone.
Sunidhi
Don't call me lady.
I have not dined lies with her.
Her dot is a her laughter daunting on me.
Her right of my light is her thought of mine only.
She seduces night into my cusp.
A night of heights go far as a night hold.
A right of her world is my flame.
A light of her deep own is light frothing from my saddle.
A sight concurs a night-holiday of her only might.
She seduces tired heaven into my lap.
A brother of her night is light colding from my night.
A thought is.
A light maps from the wisdom is only dark as a sight deepening in hers.
A might. A loop searching in her mistress.
A light to holders is her loop moon.
A lull moon is my invent.
A heaven is my gargle-night.
Sunidhi