When your hands held mine
When our shadows were intertwined
I danced off on fires like it was my warm home,
I springed through branches and knew no fall
I flew over the oceans of seven worlds and beyond
And bathed in the blessed glory of being yours.
But I knew not for every inch of my smile
There is a price reserved and a grim on other's face,
I knew not one's spring can be other's winter,
And now I ponder about this cold left in your absence..
Am I paying the price of my high joys now?
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