Tell me a short story
About simple joy or magic,
Or an epic tale of glory,
Doesn't matter if it's tragic.
Tell me the ways of the heart
And kill my hunger at last.
Imprison my will to depart
But be cautious for it may blast.
Tell me whatever you need,
I'll search for it in the dark
Until my eyes start to bleed.
Increase the bright of your spark,
Give me feelings to feed
And memories to remark.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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