Now that Iām in grave
I fancy to lull myself in the cradle
Without any mother
Only me and my fateful soul
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In a shady location
Of dampness and low light
Spore germinates
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The pale half moon
gazing at the gray sea.
Sands from the shore
crawling towards the beguiled waves.
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At that sketched portrait let us gaze
where she stands alone by the fire
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Where is the sun and the face of light?
When the deep dark hates to spread the night
Where is the moon and the glint of stars?
For the hours need them to cure the scars
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.....................................The Key............
...................................to my heart.............
..............................is a secret of mine..................
........................that I only share with you...................
.......................And I trust.........you will not.............
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