The lovers

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The naked eye can barely see
The light that was forever to stay hidden
There is a crack although
There is a crack in every armor
In every citadel unknown

There is a crack and there’s a curse
A light to stop the darkest thirst
And there’s a melody behind
To dictate where the ashes fly
When light will devour
Burn them all
The walls of the most hidden soul

Floating stars above their heads
Secret tremble on their lips
And fear feasting in between
They’re cursed
They’re cursed
They’re cursed as hell
And there’s no neutralizing spell
For his brandy-colored eyes
For the coldness of her hands

Golden sunsets
Purple nights
Are mixed in the forbidden heights
They’re hopeless as their wings unite
Insanity cuts deep and hides
And leaves them blind and deaf and small
To live as an unknowing whole
To raise their voices just as one
To make the world become undone

Intimacy above despair
The Earth just shivers at their flare
There is a crack in every shield
For love to forge a battlefield

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