Stirring in the void, lies the progeny of gloom,
In the midst of mayhem, he slips their minds impune,
A bitter harlequin, who ends the joke too soon,
Chagring through the ages, he's a common house buffoon
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder,
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
Beneath a sea of turmoil, comes wish for lenghty boon,
A voice that softly whimpers while the persecutors croon,
Searching all the lands, where opportunities may loom,
He was eager to hear songs, but they were charging for their tunes
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
How many times must the moon escape the sun?
How long 'till those two become one?
We may not last forever, but this song here just might,
So to all my friends I bid a fair good night.
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