with only darkness embracing thy sight
how wee was my likeness then?
when bleakness stole thy hope
and sadness feasted on every hour of thy waking hour
it seemed the moon was in her deep sleep,
for it never shone its light
she failed to kiss the fireflies...
souls wander en masse ;
I hear them sigh and cry...
I remember thee my Child.
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