And perhaps, on the melancholy notes, I think of her face
And when the sun sets down, I still drown in that craze..
When the twilight sang besides the love swept ambiance,
It was you, it was me, and it was us..
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This is a wonderfully written end developed poem. I love it. It is a lot like the poem of mine you read and commented on lol. A totally amazing peice I could read over and over. keep it up! =D