Robin goodfellow Dianae, my muse Morpheus in my heart Your sand in my veins
Its a deeper kind of slumber
What is universe anyway But a pouch of silver coins The intense breathing Of a dying animal A foreboding of afterlife Master keys in oaken chest The somewhere is mine And from there I will continue All I asked for was a little love
Meet me on the other side Where as a rose I wi will wake Though blind I will follow Every step you take
Dianae, my muse Dianae, my solitude
Cease to exis t, ris e to exis t no more
Its a deeper kind of slumber
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