Oh Shadow, how you've grown since last we spoke,
But I do not have your fee.
No paper, no coin, not even a note,
More time, could you please give me?
Sun sinks low, and I see you've brought friends,
Could I offer a trade of some sort?
The last light echoes, breaks, and it bends.
But you always ask for much more.
Impatience and persistence, you know all these things,
And you know the core of my heart
I try to wait til the wipperwill sings,
But the dawn seems oh so far.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Oh Shadow, how you've grown since last we spoke,
But I do not have your fee.
No paper, no coin, not even a note,
More time, could you please give me?
Sun sinks low, and I see you've brought friends,
Could I offer a trade of some sort?
The last light echoes, breaks, and it bends.
But you always ask for much more.
Impatience and persistence, you know all these things,
And you know the core of my heart
I try to wait til the wipperwill sings,
But the dawn seems oh so far.
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