Never for this heart
Was such numbness my intent
Never for these lips

Never for this heart
Was such numbness my intent
Never for these lips

Dearest Southwest wind
’tis November, now make haste!
Lie dormant no more
Artist Credit: Tiger R, age 7
This solemn promise
You will not be forgotten
By darkness you sought

Us, we set our jaws
Our chins, one dimpled, one not
Defiantly thrust
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Next, we decree it
A battle-call for Love’s sake
Blessed endeavor

It is a coward
A coward who will do this
Not this, rather that
That hour spent asleep
Shall ruin entire evenings
Be there primrose paths