See the pursual of the lover,
Seems he's angry at the other.
Finds it difficult to see beyond,
overshadowed by the bond.
Finds it hard to see the sun
Overshadowed by what is done
Someone is out there gazing at the moon
Shadows remain, and gone not too soon
She is but an excited beau
That he once thought he knew
From afar her visage appears to be threaded with stars
as scattered jewels of a czar
The cimmerian pasture waiting
for dawn to come to turn bright
The lover shudders at the fool's gold
split between the decision to leave or hold
Seems he's angry at the other.
Finds it difficult to see beyond,
overshadowed by the bond.
Finds it hard to see the sun
Overshadowed by what is done
Someone is out there gazing at the moon
Shadows remain, and gone not too soon
She is but an excited beau
That he once thought he knew
From afar her visage appears to be threaded with stars
as scattered jewels of a czar
The cimmerian pasture waiting
for dawn to come to turn bright
The lover shudders at the fool's gold
split between the decision to leave or hold
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