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  How soon is too soon Before the rust on love  Is washed away The first sight? The first hello? Where do you go When you find yourself Nursing a thirst for a human soul So alien to you It dehydrates your concentration Only your eyes can see it Your souls have met That voice That unshakable nature The weird echoes of joy Is all you're afforded Nonetheless priceless They say the third eye is clearest So you're sure That seeing it In your dreams  Is nothing but a good sign Will I ever see you? Or will my dreams  Remain the only bridge  Upon which our stars cross By Deelivia and Damilare