I thought of you then,
in those days of forgetting,
your eyes stealing from the moon,
dagger-deep but drawn with fatigue.
The phantoms of time promise plans too lofty to keep.
I thought of you then,
in those days of forgetting,
your eyes stealing from the moon,
dagger-deep but drawn with fatigue.
The phantoms of time promise plans too lofty to keep.
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