Like the tide that dashed against the shore,
She dashed against the bronze pillar,
Just to be shattered as ever.
Just to be gathered as ever.
The lustre,the glow,the strength,
All that she is to him,
She is happy to dashed against him,
As long as the fairy flies.
The broken wings,the untold tales,
The perfect pillar,the imperfect man.
So this is your story.
So as i heard so am i told.
This is not your world dear!
Come shall i drop you to your etherial home,
Gather up your pieces, your wings
Make haste dear,before the storm comes.
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