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Silanos,
I saw this poem and thought I’d give it an edit,
The daylight touches the hill, and there you are,
Staring back at me.
The sparkling water calls our name and there you are,
Staring back at me.
And you, with a smile so boyish,
You call my name, you call my name.
And her, with eyes lit in flame,
Idiot, you did something so foolish.
The daylight touches the hill, and there you are,
Staring back at me
The sparkling water call our name and there you are,
Staring back at me.
PS.
Next time you’re in Argothia, try being less drunk. I’ve come to realize when it comes to being with you when there’s wine around, too many mistakes happen. Just a life tip.
Eliana of Kassotis
(E L I A N A, in case you were confused)
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