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Melody Under the Moon
They loved me when I sung My songs of jubilant tune I poured out both my lungs They'd listen till the rising moon But one day inspiration left My instrument had died The sounds of Melody bereft Now till the rising moon I cry Where could they have gone... Her precious sounds and keys? In my arms she died upon My eyes poured out a sea Her strings were ruined and plucked All her notes were out of tune From veins her music eruct Under the rising moon I bowed, I blew and pressed her To play her one last time I heard the broken chords infest her And I screamed into the sky The same sky that bore the sounds Of luminescent, peaceful tunes The same skies that bore the round Daunting, Deriding, Disgraceful! Rising moon... The deathly screams! The cries of agony! Louder than marching drums could fabricate My felicity obliterated by her rhapsody No tune may ever patch or mitigate In a world with too many, I still sing alone And they boo me off my stage They decrowned me from my throne; They'd rather hear a tune assuage Their hearts as hard as stone They don't want to hear my voice My unfortunate epiphany; I don't really have a choice, They can't stand my misery And so now I'm off my stage They listen to a newer, happy tune I think of Melody in my cage Under the glowing, falling moon
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