In a tomb,
Of a room,
Lays a brideless groom,
With blossoms in bloom,
Yet the darkness begins to loom,
And sing a forgotten tune,
Of the fabled old bafoon,
Who sought to step at the top of the dune,
Who sought to be that resented hoon,
Whose grave was dug but with a spoon,
A man whose wife will see him soon,
Again the stars guide back the moon
Through the door
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Just me...and my mate Doon!
lol.
happy?
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