Here I sit, under the silent comfort of a peaceful oak, wrapped in a veil of sorrow. My tears stain the Earth as I stare forlorn at my love. The moon she shines like a pearl, I am comforted by her kind face. With the stars in her hair, and the clouds as a gown, I go down on my knees and humbly bow. I sing my sorrows, my guilts, and dreams to her every night as she stares down upon me. And when I have run my sorry self through, I pass out anewn under her gilded glow. I am a child at her mercy, and that is where I rightfully belong.
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