Like a firefly, in the night sky A withering flame, a candle Lights the table for fame The brightest light.
A wishful star, a contemptuous light A final bite and a final, granduous sight Of all the things lost, all the things right The final fight.
Now we stand here, on the cliffside Where will we abide? Any doubts, I lied. Follow me to the riverside, it's easy to swim Can you see? Follow me.
Don't worry.
It's on a whim.
Well done!
Meh. I made it up in a minute or so.
Thanks though.
Meh. I made it up in a minute or so.
Dude, you’re gonna make cry if you are that talented for poetry.
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