Life on thy missing is a life o’ parrot in cage
My truth is what I see and not what they suggest
Always in the dream of our twilight in page
Something more to share on love but not deep
Just an idea o’ our glued relationship at peep
Because these paper will be insufficient
And the half points will be also inefficient
But just a surface for the relief o’ my mind
That can be carried to thou by the winds
Ere thou catches my wind of messages
If you’re with another love of your sagas
My winds will blow over your heads sky
And it will act as my faithful partner spy
But I will never be a tempered lacking on good judges
I don’t respect what they say on thou by distance guess
My truth is what I see and not what they suggest
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