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Sleeping At Last Chandeliers

we reach into the night, Where the water will rise, Your wings will unbend. In your brilliant display All out worries will wash away. On pale, imperfect eyes, Chandeliers

When we reach into the night, Where the water will rise, Your wings will unbend. In your brilliant display All out worries will wash away. On pale, imperfect eyes, Chandeliers