Artist: Paragon Of Beauty
Song: About Glum Naiades And Idle Gods
Lyric:
Vague delight Dead wood's paleness, bygone...
O weightless thought Microscopic darwins. Particles of a cruel hour-glass That's filled with empty seed. Raining down a poet's grave
Earily thy sad wind roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway
When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die away When the witty moons pass by like habits I'll starve in bleak dismay
Chasms whisper: "Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"
Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty With cygnets wrapped in moss Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir Thy energy disdained by sourness
Make thy loom of wisdom Into a sprouting remedy Be aware that thou shall mind Thy timid orphaned naiades
A swarm of white owlets To clear my lovesick heart
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