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The stars shine heaven Against the night; With snow gleaming bright: The buildings silhouette in shades of raven. People rush in clouds, *All befriended; -songs raising splendid-* An angel moon alights the route.        And she, so pleased to see the joy, Shines in innocence sublime, Her deaf, purblind light -with smile so coy-. Even the moon, in love, is blind.                    Our light drowns the stars, *And night triumphs. The snow stained; a virus.* The buildings all are deep, black scars, And everyone's a crowd -alone; apart-; Depraved heart; The moon: the only light to see through the shroud. Rich man grow fat; poor man be shunned; The fattened purse; the empty glove. And all losing love -and demons run- Lit by the foolish moon above.
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Foolish Angel
The stars shine heaven Against the night; With snow gleaming bright: The buildings silhouette in shades of raven. People rush in clouds, *All befriended; -songs raising splendid-* An angel moon alights the route.        And she, so pleased to see the joy, Shines in innocence sublime, Her deaf, purblind light -with smile so coy-. Even the moon, in love, is blind.                    Our light drowns the stars, *And night triumphs. The snow stained; a virus.* The buildings all are deep, black scars, And everyone's a crowd -alone; apart-; Depraved heart; The moon: the only light to see through the shroud. Rich man grow fat; poor man be shunned; The fattened purse; the empty glove. And all losing love -and demons run- Lit by the foolish moon above.
The stuff in asterisks are things I would like to edit a bit. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
DeviousShadows
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
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