His voice a melody
Singing so sweetly
Has crescent moon shaped eyes
So alluring you cannot deny
Smiles to most
Sad to self
I can tell his heart
He wrote so abstractly
Your mind a colorful meadow
Full of abstact sadness
With crimson black areas
Running from his head to core
You know my soul is just as sore
I can tell his heart half black
Singing so sweetly
Has crescent moon shaped eyes
So alluring you cannot deny
Smiles to most
Sad to self
I can tell his heart
He wrote so abstractly
Your mind a colorful meadow
Full of abstact sadness
With crimson black areas
Running from his head to core
You know my soul is just as sore
I can tell his heart half black
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