My angel wished for iambic meter,
My soul did meet her inspiration,
A sonett's been born out of nowhere
And thus we dance in aspiration.
The moonlight sheds its tears in flowers,
How warm the night is on the blue beach,
My Lady wished for merry vowels,
The sky is withered by the Sun's bleach,
Warm waves are swarming like nasty worms,
In despair they are eating our beach,
The blue blood of the sea is like pearls,
We're bathing in the red roses,
We're showering in bloody hopes,
As I'm dancing with the Wooden Lady in the moonlight.
My soul did meet her inspiration,
A sonett's been born out of nowhere
And thus we dance in aspiration.
The moonlight sheds its tears in flowers,
How warm the night is on the blue beach,
My Lady wished for merry vowels,
The sky is withered by the Sun's bleach,
Warm waves are swarming like nasty worms,
In despair they are eating our beach,
The blue blood of the sea is like pearls,
We're bathing in the red roses,
We're showering in bloody hopes,
As I'm dancing with the Wooden Lady in the moonlight.
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