You got me...
I was born out of desperation
Your lonely homeless dreams.
When this night passes,
We dreams in memory study
Because the only thing that remains to me.
You came up with this,
Which in the worlds lost.
In braids a Month radiance poured.
As a penny to a beggar,
At your feet slid, -
Looking, maybe, frozen in the harvest...
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