There was a minor thought

That we could never be

I was wasting my time

In the fog

I could not see

That maybe you were following

You were there all along

All the others drifted away

Like a hymn to an old song

However I have hummed in your tune

Under my breath

Octaves of swoon

Knowing that you

Would remain in my moon

You were dark as the night

You gave no light

Until you became my sun

At the tip of my tongue

No song I have sung

Could ever be undone

For I have always been your enchantress

Decieved by my own magic

Now you are my sun

You are bright



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