an observatory song.
there's a rose upon his green stranglevines
i've watched them grow i've watched them climb
far above his home, now too small
to support roots that are bound to fall
when my ghost now recedes from your sight
you can see that I'm not a pool of light
you know I'll be there for the short and the long
for all the things that you know are wrong
winter's ice now sticks to our frozen hands
as we march knee deep into the quicksand
I tried to carry upon my wings
your soul, my love, hollow crowns of nothing
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