When the night's sky looses it's hand,
The sun comes out with a *****
"Ready for a merry day?"
Digging a deep hole inside my head,
So that I can see light again.
"Now here I leave you to stay cheerful!"
The winged beast croon from space,
And the magical words spoken stays.
But as her words utter from a still of silence,
My memory seems to be dazed.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
When the night's sky looses it's hand,
The sun comes out with a *****
"Ready for a merry day?"
Digging a deep hole inside my head,
So that I can see light again.
"Now here I leave you to stay cheerful!"
The winged beast croon from space,
And the magical words spoken stays.
But as her words utter from a still of silence,
My memory seems to be dazed.
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