The Lake by Shinning Knight
Lake of wonders lake of dreams
would ye grant me a wish.
A wonderous thing i ask,
tis not want but mere desire.
What you may ask i know
but tiss a price to grave.
I see and hear the stars and the moon
but is the lake who i must speak
As my hand has done what can
whats must be done more
You ask and you recieve
but tiss a risk to thee
i ask any ways
so grant it
so ask
so done
farewell
im am of water but i am life
i flow and feel yet to thee i cry once
for you have payed a grave deal
one with he down below
i wish i could grant my own
but to thee love is all
yet i am a lake
a mere lake
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