Bittersweet

Take my hand,

sit in the grass with me,

look at this magical moon,

shining down for us to see,

miraculous cures for my grief,

my heart is full,

time is a thief,

why so cruel?

Where did you go?

and tell me why,

come sit in the grass,

and look at the sky.

 

 

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