mrscyanide

The apples fell down one by one;

My feet- so bare,

He waves and stare-

My dress so poor-

His arm so warm

In the garden with King of the Sun

He asks if I have got a gun;

King digs so deep

Where his soul sleep;

Kings digs and weep

No one has seen

That his heart was a star above mankind

While it shined- it was possible to find,

But once it fell

(And had no shell)

It beared a wish,

But chrashed, perished.

I told him sweet:

`Come, fire me-

I`ll be the star

I shall go far`

In the garden the King of the Sun

Has a star which is both heart and gun.

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