Oh sweetest night you have me taken
with such splendor that it is a crime
that such a creƤture as myself is
truly worthy of it.For as I lay upon a silver rose I
see that my will have faded into nothing but true submission and
desire.
I am but a lost child. Bound by nothing but thirst and a craving for something I have never tasted and a power hidden where my soul once was. I sway gently in the night air dancing under a pure sea of star light and as the new dawn will rise I will know my real purpose will one day be clear to me.
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