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Cold Moonlight - An Elegy For Love
Low, in darkness, damp and cold stand I, free, but never bold. Lonely wind caresses me. Whether this is courtesy, has yet to be foreseen. Once I tower'd oe'r a cloud. Stood I, free, and always proud. At my side, that beauty stood. Do for her all that I could, and happy were we then. Not for long, with me she stayed. When he came out of the shade. Gave her more than I e'r had. All the love that this young lad had ever seen and more. Can I blame her, leaving me? Should I dwell on memory? After all he loved her too. Who's to say why I am blue, and who deserv'd her more? Fate has ways of killing us, Rob us of our will, it must. Then it takes our pride away and strips our lives until we stay forever locked, in love. Down my caverns fill'd with ice. echoes how I've paid my price. Cruel, perhaps, but loneliness, has always been man's holiness and solitude, desire. Once you've crossed that Hades' gate Never more can you await safety in security. Even if your love may be, the purest of the pure. Low, in darkness, damp and cold stand I, free, but never bold. Lonely wind caresses me. Whether this is courtesy, has yet to be foreseen.
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