Stars align but dead freeze And so the night breeze bid goodbye Thus leaving only numbness. breathless, infinite cold Lo and behold As the dark visit once more That makes her weary, restless That makes her confused That makes her lost Or perhaps it is her very own self that made her so.. Should she blame the dark like always? Or should she blame herself this time?
She was the chaser of the light Remain unbothered by the height Thou it was too far from her sight She would keep running, and recite Poems about the knight Seems that were much trite Until its time to say goodnight
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