As my eyes wander on such ways,
That I should start and consider
What I could not see before either
Is what keeps me long awake.
In this cold blackness that we call world
Is there any space where I can leave a word?
Whatever I shall say, will pass
And will leave me as before
With no heart, soul or core.
The night proceeds in its dark pace
With so little warning, there she comes in grace
A princess above kings
A lady above queens
There the moon is still and sings.
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