When the shells fly and do not remember me and think of that silly
folding
words with love and slept in love waiting
When the green of your eyes become disenchanted
think the Priestess of the Moon
so many nights dreaming
hope to come back to his side
Ahi he had never been
then sing different
auroras with tassels in unison praying
count love What?
that those two were not found wanting
never won that game not because they always lose
but because there was never much to gain in
empty hands of lost hopes and duels
heartless White