This poem was made into a song, please go on youTube, and I'll sing it for you:
Fiddling in the toy chest
The moon is like a crest
I whisper to myself
The way he bowed and knelt
Still gone my heavenly
Still gone my love
Still gone the world's sacrifice
So long, my song
Fall turns into winder, when sprince comes to meet, still gone, still gone, my heavenly...
Original Song/Poem by: Kimberly A. Marie
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