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I was a moth to the light of your eyes

And you, a lit boat lost adrift in the lies

Rocking so smooth in the ocean's embrace

Whilst I fluttered and fell, drawn to you without grace


Could not give up, though far out of my reach

Behind the dark city, the suburbs, the beach

Desire grew great beyond the span of my wings

Taken for granted, yet, to me, fit for kings


I could not be afraid; no, I must fly ahead

Even if the water might render me dead

The allure of your glow was too much to resist

So I flew, and I fluttered, knowing I must persist


At last I did reach the lit boat stray from land

And wearily rested upon captain's hand

To which he just smiled as he still steered the ship

Led by its own light and a skipper's firm grip

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