Began on Tuesday, 9th August, 2005.
What is day?
When the sorrows sleep,
The shadows weep
And hide away.
A passing shade
All too soon
With the rise of the moon
It fades.
I will not swear by such fickle soul.
As the stars catch alight
To love you forever and a night
I promise.
While the shadows are young,
And the darkness growing
Daylight is a harsh judge
Painting me in unflattering hue
Whispering words untrue
Oh! Sweet darkness is more forgiving!
(c)Sylphide
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