As I stray for it is just to this day,
foreshadowing the wisdom, for which I may,
Darko, my friend, I beg you to stay,
asunder, a bliss, a gentle old kiss,
whistling and strolling is all that I miss,
your snaking is craving like that of a hiss,
for the clinch of my fist,
for all the pain you bring, I you couldn't resist
all that be gone
just like that of a song,
I know what we did, was no better than wrong,
I promise you this,
I give you a gift,
as powerful as a prayer for time that had shift,
the poisons of wine.
on its flesh we will dine,
for the essence of darko will cometh in time.
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