Source:falling-through-autumn
The fog rolls in tonight.
Hold on to me real tight.
The moon is out to play.
The Dead are here to stay.
The stars twinkle and shine.
Soon you will be all mine.
Beneath the silver moon,
We’ll join as fork and spoon.
No one is in our way
As we frolic and play.
The moon is my witness.
I love you, my princess.
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