Come to me please, I await you.
Your presence I desire.
I long to be with the one
I do not know.
The one who walks among the darkness
and under the moon.
Put me out of my misery,
In which way i so long to be.
Let us start our own, to keep.
Not like those who keep their sheep.
Bring me not the indisputable wake.
But that the exquisite dark life.
Put those aside who do not abide.
With each stride they may slide.
Run with enormous speed and sheer need.
Light of the day would not even be seen
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