Such a dismal kind of joy, it's
Blazing from your eyes.
Somehow without knowing, you
Can be so very wise.
Courtyard grown over wildly,
No palace for a queen.
A butter rush of anger claims
You, hostile and mean.
Blazing from your eyes.
Somehow without knowing, you
Can be so very wise.
Courtyard grown over wildly,
No palace for a queen.
A butter rush of anger claims
You, hostile and mean.




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