moor hound
Such A Weight
I am fickle just as sure as I am jealousI am angry over what will never beWhen you speak, I take it for fighting chancesMaybe it's best if you just don't speak to meI need restNot from the work I have doneI need restFrom desiring what cannot be wonIf nature did not require a companionTo light the fire insideSuch a weight would be liftedI could treat you as a friend and not a bride
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