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A new wave is maddening.

Once there was this great happen

Madden in lilac pink

No one knew when it would land

Some mornings it could stand

Electricfy butterflies in dance

Tonight it made a home

Upon my window 

they stays,

As i sang away the days

Endless stars sweep over

Growing beyond its given space

I known it to not escape

Pink in shadows of vast light

Hiding beneath given sight

I would count its days

As it always knew mine

Loved with no bounds

Given a source amounting to nothing

Often thinking

That it could be returned

Everything that could have happened

Must have crossed this road

For no path was paved in gold

Only in shimmering feathers and fur

Of wishful thoughts

Turning in pink 

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