The Moth
Through tomes of strange mythology
Floats music sweetened by the gods;
And secrets wrapped in mystery
Dance daringly where knowledge nods.
My very soul I'd gladly sell
(Were there a devil in a hell)
To learn the truths within that tune --
But tiny wings can't touch the moon.
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