Sunday, May 1, 2011

Except But Thee

Writing in the stars above
The constellation is my love
I have always thought
Everlasting there it is now not
I once believed
That I want to live
Only if you're by me
Just you, not anybody
But the rain poured
And so I soared
Further from my shadow
Deep into the hollow
Alone but many
Except but thee

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