Cyclones of the mirrors full my endearment for years
And shall my vacancy ruin the tears
Unknowing if I'm going to flourish at all
Cold to the touch, I do not know what it's called

Dimmed out lighten flame soothes my bones
And here we are, swaying to condemn the old

Amusing little man, you don't need to worry at all
I know the nebulas dont make you feel tall
But you musn't remember those faults