A poet is playing a song,
on the violet moon
The song has no melody
But people can feel the tones of emotions
Never ending woe is floating
through the night
Never ending torment is flying
through the night
A poet is playing a song,
with an invisible guitar
The song has no melody
But people can embrace the tones of screams
Never ending loneliness is blinking
through the night
Never ending thirst is adrift
through the night
A poet, on the violet moon,
with an invisible guitar
Letters go nowhere
A poet on the violet moon
is emitting
every blood,
every emotion,
and every wound
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