The sky is blue and the sun is up.
Falsehoods of your calamity,Winters of a cold heartCry out in pain,Thrown aside to wail.
In all your glory
I see,You famously kill with your words, Mr. T,The expressions on your face, enhance my…
A maiden, her skin as snow, wanders across the starry skySearching a gleam, a spot where she ought to cry.So she seeks her…