Advisor Of The Overture
Adorn the crest of breaking dawn
For I am unlike the other pawn’s
No primrose oil beneath my feet
Could compare to these succulent treats
Advisor of the overture
This thy heart I must be sure
What daylight brings, it brings anew
And this is where my faith flows through
No heart so heavy could endure
And not dwell within the light so pure
What daylight brings I know so well
But alas I am unlike, William Tell
Chalice bring me succulent wine
Divinity is pure and so divine
A silent whisper one last kiss
Before I vanish into the mist
Sweet surrender, how I miss
The echoed yearning of our bliss
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