As shadows peirce and blood my skin,
With amber eyes, and golden Pin.
Draw ever near, and smile and peer,
The emptiness with all its snear.
Here, it drifts upon the raft,
Waters deep, nor swim the last.
My ethreal arm, it holds the weight,
My love for you to take.
For heart of stone, and blood as thin,
As paper from the tree within.
It beats on pace, it blooms to grow,
In chests of endless sorrow.
My love you are the midnight stars,
Sparing near till dawn afar.
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