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YOURS TRULY, SHADOW
Good morning infant friend maybe you may not hear me 
But am yours unto the ages of ages 
Just because my friend 
Just because it looks nice your kind 
Just because the light in the east makes you shortest
Just because you hug and love 
What’s that I hear of love?
For our kind we hate none and to none we tell we love
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Mid-morning my childhood friend maybe you may not hear me 
But am yours for a lifetime of lifetimes 
Just because my friend 
Just because it looks nice your kind 
Just because the light in the east makes you a little tall
Just because you speak of honesty and the true truth 
What’s that I hear about the true truth?
For our kind we lie to none and to none we tell the true truth
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Midday my young friend maybe you may not hear me 
But I am yours for months of Sundays 
Just because my friend
Just because the light over your head makes you tallest
Just because you yell hallelujah and sing glory
What’s that I hear about glory?
For our kind none sin and to none is honor and glory 
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Afternoon my manly friend may be you may not hear me 
But I am yours through the endless ages 
Just because my friend
Just because it looks nice your kind
Just because the light in the west makes you a little short 
Just because you eat, drink ,love and sleep thanks to money
What’s that I hear about money?
For our kind none is poor and to none is all the money 
We just hide in the dark waiting for the Eastern star
Good evening my old friend maybe you may not hear me 
But I am yours from the world to until
Just because my friend 
Just because the light in the west makes you shortest 
Just because you laughed loved and got to live 
What’s that I hear about to live?
For our kind none cries, none dies and to all forever and ever we live 
We just hide in the dark and keep waiting and waiting and waiting for the Eastern star
Goodnight my timeless friend I know you can’t hear me 
But thank you for being mine in saecula saeculorum 
Listen to me even if I have to stand by the pools in Nirvana just to see your face 
Listen to me for where you are its lights out and the Eastern star will never warm your face 
For now you realise you were nothing 
For our kind we enjoy the luxury of finite everything
As we just wait for the dim one at the end of the tunnel
Yours truly the one you followed to the end!!!
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