I dreamt of the swansmile.
More beautiful than beauty itself
Like roses in bloom
Or maybe even like
The velvet hour in all its glory.
More beautiful than beauty itself
Like roses in bloom
Or maybe even like
The velvet hour in all its glory.
Why torment me like you do?
I monotously whispered.
Don't you understand, the swans replied,
You are my creater, therefore I am you.
It didn't smile anymore. I did.
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