Robin goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my veins
It\'s a deeper kind of slumber
What is universe anyway
But a pouch of silver coins
The intense breathing
Of a dying animal
A foreboding of afterlife
Master keys in oaken chest
The somewhere is mine
And from there I\'ll continue
All I asked for was a little love
Meet me on the other side
Where as a rose I will wake
Though blind I\'ll follow every step you take
Dianae, my muse
Dianae, my solitude
Cease to exist, rise to exist no more
It\'s a deeper kind of slumber
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