I’ll never nearer know the graveside manner of my bewitching lover's heart. Or why she hurts with pride so sad, as to make me worry in fear. I feel I must mourn each passing-
The moon follows - In the shadows Of the last; seen, star. As does whoever, you; are! Instinct each, when; falling... Is to rise and reach our Own destinies—calling..!
Oh, I'm so sick of this small country town man stepping in and out of my shadow He's that child without a game plan Dreaming of his newlywed wife in a foreign chateau...
Adhering Adam is like a clownfish Within a grottos coral reef Intrinsic as a decimal starfish Five fingered within one sheaf; Absent of disapproving, disbelief.
