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We were star-crossed from the start,
they drew our doles and called it art.
By moon and sun their eyes all gleamed,
gluttons for the misery they gleaned.
And how the rot would have swept our souls,
had not we two become one whole.
And how the rot would have swept our souls,
had not we two made up one mold.
They never thought we'd make it here
and now they watch with bated breath.
Let's drink to every fallen year
and hear their words, all wailed, now dead.
By constellations, played for fools;
and how this world imposed its rules!
Some days I'd sit down and I'd pray
for fear that this was now His play.
And how the rot would have swept our minds,
should we have swayed and fled our plight.
And how the rot would have swept our minds,
should we have never found the light.
They never thought we'd make it here
and now they watch with bated breath.
Let's drink to every fallen year
and hear their words, all wailed, now dead.
