Song for this Mad World by Jasmine Thompson
The higher heavens kept her secret that love once kindled, doesn’t perish with distance It burns in the marrow, it gleams in the wound Endless falls of the Sun’s golden tears filling cups of sorrow with a final goodbye Freya weeps for her lover destined never to return she leans on the hammered gold wall with partial face aglow and a deep-set eyelid closed amber ringlet waves coiled, goldschläger drips from the Norse Goddess this your myth of olde its Óðr she longs for Of divine madness drowns tomorrow she fills the regal rivers and every tear fell from her ...glimmers lux vitae
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