Bewitched
Her beauty is entrancing
Her presence is enchanting
She holds my gaze
I’m in a daze
I’ll do anything she asks
Behind these masks
Our dreams can live
Anything I’ll give
She beckons me near
I have nothing to fear
Yet my body grows cold
We were supposed to grow old
The blood pools
My body cools
Yet, there’s a smile I wear
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