Basked in my glow those things be foul
Leave it to be and it's all for the owl
Of a lie I can't fix for better or worse
This eternal sin is brought on it's horse
By Fire by winds by fears of the hand
What was wished shall remain buried in sand
Thou shall know these words are unforgiving power
That pertains reason to make this world turn sour
For what I have is merely a glass to last
With wine poisoned by our beautiful past
I can't remember and neither can you
But what we have is ever so true
In time or space it can't be soiled
For better for worse it won't be spoiled
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