The Artist’s Time

Her light so bright,

It makes day turn night.

As we might just find, night is brighter then,

At the artist’s time,

The love from my heart is loving you

Through the hardest time.

As we make light for the memory!

To the memory! Of the glory!

All that we have, makes others feel poorly.

To the memory! Of the glory!

Are you keeping score?

One more for me,

As we make another great fucking memory

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