Learning to live for the present.
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Welcome to my paradise,
so naive are your sleeping eyes,
for as you dream, you fantasize
that love will last as long as lives.

As much as I would dare believe,
my mind cannot help but conceive,
that either one will turn and leave,
or one will weep as one deceives.

Though sightless souls will find their way,
a blinded heart will gladly stray,
before they learn that love must stay
and wave goodbye to dawn of day.

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Welcome to my Eden-place,
where we don't live in time or space,
and hearts don't love to win the race,
but fiery lovers love the chase.