Vain, Hopeless Night

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Mirrors murmur billion reflected,
While twilight consumes the star;
The Hopeless wish for porcelain beauty:
Their hopes reach too far.

My moonlight crawls on my skin;
My shadow comes out to play.
We wear the cloak of stars;
We dread the far off day.

The mirror shows me a blank stare.
Moonlight makes the roses blue:
Their beauty is unparalleled.
I might be a Hopeless, too.





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