my tinker tongue songly
sang it’s h e l l o
i know i am alone
a music box with dancer
dances alone but love
seems to grow to grow
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears — moon beam
move me so alone
my tinker heart too
strongly sings
its hell oh hell
oh no oh no oh well
i seem to find myself
in a large hall of
no dancers but myself
so i dance i dance
to the song of love
i love i love love
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears i drink her
love and love i love
moon light so moving
i dance with life’s
sorrowful song

:: 08-01-2015 ::

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