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Come little children, here my song, when your in your beds,
let you sleep no more, like a craving for sweets, it tempts you and teases you, till you can take no more.
You roll out of bed, and get a coat, and creep down the stars, into the darkness of the night. Down the into the cold, wet grass into the garden,
the white moon as your only light, the darkness with lean in and all the shapes make monsters in the night.
Down to the woods, the tress tall mountains never ending, the roots like claws on the floor, seem to crawl across the path,
the soft pit a patter of the rain falls down, from the black canopy above.
You keep following the heavenly sound, deeper into darkness, never turning around,
the stars shall glitter over head when you reach the meadow, So far you come, but you never stop,
tramping across the meadow, as the wind howls and rain thunders down you walk on with no sound.
Then you shall reach me, so deadly and beautiful, you're fallen now, deep deep down, there is now way back. You're mine now.
Lonelychild 10
