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He lays himself on his bed

And watched through the ceiling

Whilst a thousand jewels said

Fair voice, fair maiden, such fair singing

 

Hearkened he did to the lasting darkness

And a thousand miles away she sang

As in his dreams she danced, the temptress

So he woke, his mouth full of a sweet tang

 

Tears like scathing blades upon her cheeks

But ignored for the sake of her unheard melody

Heaviness in heart, through her voice it leaks

But far, far away he listened openly

 

'Tis a song heard only by hearts that listen

And all but he paid it no heed

Whilst on her face tears glisten

She sang, her voice strained with need

 

He lays himself on his bed

And watched through the ceiling

As the stars winked and glinted

Singing o fair heart, keep listening

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May 13, 2013
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