Notes
To the young lovers, toyed by fate. The crossing fields of yesterday and the distant stars of today. For the words stuck on the tip of swollen tongues.
For Scallison, and for those who won't give up. For Scallison and for those who are ready to let go. Dedicated that short moment when their voices have reached each other so desperately. Who's to say that true love must last forever?
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