yours is the face that could launch a thousand ships
and arouse the war of the galaxies
millions will attempt
one will survive
it will be apocalypse and aurora
battling for their pride
tears and bloodsheds
casting on the crossroads
angels fall from heaven
one by one
they drop on their knees
insensible and wasted
it will be a long crusade
never will i give up
until my last gasp of air
I will win your heart
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