Is there a way to wich dis pain might go away..
For all i see is the weariness within..
If my heart be still, then let its breath not go astray..
For in it bleed the wounds of fume..
Wrought upon by the feelings of sheer gloom..
Why wud the moon be so conceited..?
To hid its brighteness from the stars..
Why would she delight in making d stars dim its light...
If the river be thin...
Widen it wit ur gleams...
Make your reflection be made known even in nightly beams...
Let it show as dis river flow...
Never allow dis drought dry the fountain billows..
As it share its adventures in d comfort of pillows..
Yea, to the moon..
Take away dis gloom..
Let the stars bask in the joy of ur love..
Let flowers bid me the sacred songs of love..
Let it be in love dat the stars shed its tears..
Let it not be amidst the weariness of heartbreak fears...
To my soul...
In doleful tones...
I plead.
- Danny El Gentledan (Zeus)
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