Alchemisland

When I’m lonely

I go most boldly 

Toward the furthest star

O’er hill and dale

through sleet and hail

To where I hope you are. 

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Upon yonder hill 

And nearer still 

To that cold and lonely star

I spy your form upon a rock 

Where on misty morn a bird might cock

Of a sudden I feel afar. 

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Away I tumble 

Your visage begins to crumble 

And that old and lonely star she fades away.

Hurtling backwards, feet over head 

I wake in my mourning bed 

Above the star ‘midst clouds of grey.