i know what you are thinking
just because you are not blinking
you used to have a kind heart
but lately we have drifted apart
i was the cream of the crop
occasionally i took a drop
nothing that i could not handle
because everything in life is a gamble
you told the same stories every night
but my smile was always bright
out in the darkness demons kept
watch on one who never slept
i must confess
every night i know less and less
the moon shines down, so white and round
but the magic sword is never found
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