Oh nothing Oh nothing Oh where could you be? Oh how I long for you. Through deep caverns I've searched And treachorous traps I've survived All manner of beasts slain by these hands. Yet still you alude me Drift farther away The longer I've searched. On top of sweet mountins In valleys of gold The warm substance of something. Filling this hole No cold night of nothing To chill these bones. Oh nothing Oh nothing How long must I search To wrap myself in you?
Reason for writing:
I wanted to.
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