Why do you cry?
I brought you a feast made of money,
you let your words slip like lye,
bitter and slow yet I act like they're honey.
Why, I feed you diamonds everyday,
what's there in love that wealth cannot pay?
soak your tears in silk,
I brought you a cup of silver milk,
I don't want to hear you whine,
ask my money, not my heart.
Burn your feelings in the hearth,
you will do as I say,
whether you like it or not.
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Yes, this is an interlude. The story started way longer but you have arrived here now, at an interlude. I am Moghiat and I am no one specia...
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It must be a successful year for the poets and wordsmiths, plenty of misery to churn their tears into words, plenty of irony in the world a...
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