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An Ode To My Beloved
The dusk went off, and on came the dawn
Moon's over the head, He sees no sign of any yawn
Hungry he sits, Shivvering In this Cold Night
Waiting for the Warm Sun, Through the stars, He sets his Sight
Devastated he is, Regret heavy over his mind
To Her, How could he be so Unkind?
Hit by an arrow, He feels like a Broken Star
Remembering her He sat, PLaying his Bleeding Guitar
He loves her for that She is Pure
To His Every Pain and SOrrow, She's always been the Only Cure
He loves her as he's never loved before