One or two pieces of a lonely universe
That is all for tonight.
A little stroll perhaps, along the woods
Mine is the kingdom.
Pitch black nights, burnt matchsticks
And a sudden flicker.
Much less is known than not
Like her stare into the rain outside.
That is all for tonight.
A little stroll perhaps, along the woods
Mine is the kingdom.
Pitch black nights, burnt matchsticks
And a sudden flicker.
Much less is known than not
Like her stare into the rain outside.
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