As oceans divide our love- blessed time relieves me of my misery,
(Oh that sweet, sweet misery.)
Our love was unfertile planted in grains of sand.
Moriah my dearest,
Before- you were as of the stars and moon,
But after you, there was no sun.
Only those dark crevices and this blackened anguish that shades my memories.
My angel.
Curse the gravity that besent you from the heavens,
Then however I may not know of your presence.
And my eyes.
(Sour of dismay) for many a night betray me.
Mock me.
Now I know-
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