The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
When srorms will rage and rain will pour
When the wind batters at your door...
The moon is a whisper
The shadows sway...
Wading out into the centre pool
Floating above the abyssal deep...
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Never let the demon |
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I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
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I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |