In the name of the gold that lightens the colour of the leaves, my heart aching for you, for the absense of your attraction. Walking in a world that's closed. Walls around my seas and mountains. My desert keeps burning. I will never stop fighting, creating my power from nothing, getting stronger than anyone.Cause I have remembered the days I was a king.
Yours, No One
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beware my former king, because this power-seeking search may lead you to your ultimate doom instead of triumph. heed my call and forget about the old days of glory. let them rest in peace. your seas need no more stoms anymore
He, for whom your heart is aching is a very lucky man. Only be careful when you meet him. Bring out you passion fire, your sensitivity, the strength that made you a king, but not the king himself. You don't want to scare him.
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