Strumming string beneath the starlight
Of a newly crescent moon
Singing songs written for loved ones
Who seem to leave to soon
Better friends they sit around us
Painting portraits of me and you
To my loved one forgive
As I must bid you adieu
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
Strumming string beneath the starlight
Of a newly crescent moon
Singing songs written for loved ones
Who seem to leave to soon
Better friends they sit around us
Painting portraits of me and you
To my loved one forgive
As I must bid you adieu
I wrote I longer version of this but I thought it was better just to leave it at this instead
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