Will I ever touch thee with lively glee?
Now you are gone, I believe never be.
Maybe time and rhyme will let me bring thee.
But for now, I must shun the sun to be.
How I wish I journey two more seas,
Trek the cosmos, returned eternity.
Then touch thy hair frigid and gone to cease
And desolate, returned fraternity.
Yet even if I earn that mighty spell
And learn to wreck and break that longing sleep,
I may not ever touch thee, never well
For I'm going to shun the sun to deep
Farewell, my beloved and rusty world
My friend, I'll see you where heavens are rolled.
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