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My Darling Lucy

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RiverSong0708

Published: May 17, 2012

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I didn't find her
She found me
I'm the lucky one
Not she

So why does she repeat
Those sweet angel words
That heal all my wounds
And numb all the hurt?

I want to hug her
I want to stroke her hair
But fate keeps us apart
And it just isn't fair

My darling Andalucia
Who lights my way
I would've done anything
If it meant I could stay

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From the POV of an OC of mine. His name is Tiberius "Tiber" Stellan, or Amias, and the mentioned Andalucia is his best friend and love Andalucia Salem, whom he calls Lucy.
~.~
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