A nameless bird singing our down
The suffrage in the song of the sun's death
Moonlight sonata
Beethoven
What does one do
When a sun he thought never would
Suddenly sets
Where does one go
When he wishes to be nowhere
Where does one look
When he wishes not to see
Who does one call
When he knows he could hear no answer
In our melody of joy and sorrow
I could always find a certain sweetness in my nights of despair
But now I find the moon at night strangely empty
Because if I called your name there would be no answer
Who knew my heart could split into such art?
At least I was a heart worth breaking
So do not weep my love
The song had to end sometime
For there is no poet
Who could sing forever
And non that would
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A nameless bird singing
PoetryA poetry book The life of the sun as sung by a bird Since people tend to go crazy on copyright these days, I hereby state that the image used as the cover and the image used as a header in some chapters are not mine, they were both taken from googl...
