You lost your way;
you lost your sway;
The ground closed for you;
you were a stanch with no rule.
Years of anguish;
ears heard the sorrow;
Yet you did perish;
we met, and we glowed.
Happy moments;
my heart found its potion;
We climbed in elusion;
flowers loved our concoction.
I brought you forth;
I spoke great words;
Trapped in admiration;
moon in submission.
The night is come;
our heads are done;
Short moment;
obscure sacrament.
Wish you the best;
kill not the vest.
I will tarry for you;
my mind speaks the truth;
We know the past;
parents flaunt in disguise.
Wish you to resolve;
wish you to succumb.
Spiritual tone;
fire in the head drives alone.
Run towards gloom;
room with no broom.
I will tarry for you;
firmaments will become new.
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