In the breeze of the new morning
I await the day promptly
Softly, as the moon watches me,
High above the collapsing seas
It lays among the broken fees.
In the light of the dieing day
The moon still lingers in the evening night
Ruthless, as it's light peirces me,
High above the collapsing seas
It lays among the broken fees.
In the mist of the flawed night
The day smelled sweet
Painfully, it tries and fails
High above the collapsing seas
It lays among the broken fees.
In the blaze of the tattered breath
The night decayed with lies
Softly, letting me go,
Amongst the shattered seas
I lay among the collapsing fees.
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