Croon so sweetly little frame
While hearts no longer play a game
i Spoke directly to her heart
For she I will become a bard
Tonight I lay me down to bed
While longing an elusive date
The month has past while she belay
In those four wheels that go my way
mind space hers to conquer long
for i shall reach out with a song
the crystal ship shall dock at bay
croon a sweet song, cast away
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