Founder's Canon
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er lips are an Elixir
I Sip as I kiss her
It’s Sick how I’ve missed her
The Distance betwixt her
And I was quite trying
There’s no use denying
Though once I was crying
My Tears now are drying
My pain’s been erased
And instead been replaced
With your beautiful face
And the sweetest embrace
Answering all I’ve Prayed
This time failing to fade
Lover, don’t be afraid
To love You, I was made
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