They allure and bid us to
Stay content in freezing cool
August night and sleep beside
The ones that kiss beneath the starry light
They consent each promise to expire
For no word shall bond a folk agile.
For a pang in heart must drive
Those willing to abide to loving right
And on August Night
A slumber army of blue lanterns will proclaim
Them the citizens of realm of pristine men
And thus in pitch
Of darkness full of heavenly within
The stars will swallow sin.
(And kiss you on a chin)
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
They allure and bid us to
Stay content in freezing cool
August night and sleep beside
The ones that kiss beneath the starry light
They consent each promise to expire
For no word shall bond a folk agile.
For a pang in heart must drive
Those willing to abide to loving right
And on August Night
A slumber army of blue lanterns will proclaim
Them the citizens of realm of pristine men
And thus in pitch
Of darkness full of heavenly within
The stars will swallow sin.
(And kiss you on a chin)
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