Up from that desert sky
I swore I saw Violet peeking,
with those blue and golden eyes
I can still hear her laughter.
Oh come back to me love,
there are still a million stars,
and from this night until our last
I have been fighting hard
to keep your perfume
under lock and key
safely guarded.
Doubt the voice within you,
doubt thy triggered words,
ignore those who keep you,
promise you’ll never doubt thy love.
And perhaps our seasons
aren’t perfectly aligned yet,
perhaps the sky must fall.
Still, for whatever reason
I know what I saw.
Violet, you were peeking.
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