BurglarHobbit's Clan

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THAT BLACK ALLEY

I walked miserably, on that cold winter night,
All the wind and my fails gave me a fright,
I had chosen the alley, to sleep on,
Its ways were wiser than mine, no doubt,
Rigid on corners, yet kinder than shouts,
I sat beside her, the cold winter; mine,
The darkness beside me put chills down my spine,
As all winter hailed me;
The thief of their might.
The black alley was frozen, but not to the core,
Or my heart was frozen, or it was no more,
I hid in an alley in frozen ol' Paris,
I felt alone, in pity, embarrassed,
I hid there in darkness, in cloak of my shame,
But I knew not of heaven; of glory and fame.

THE STARGAZER'S FIDDLE

I sat on a ledge that cold winter night,
And as I did so I came on this sight,
Me and my fiddle, the old flashing stars,
A raindrop a puddle the world that is ours.
So, I played this song,
Oh, so grand, so long,
The stars, that I sought, might have had my same thought,
For they began, a song of their own,
Which followed me on as a drone,
But, sweet, like that night,
Oh, so cool, and so light, I felt as if my heart would soon, then, take flight,
The stars, quick, flew up a good distance, height,
But again, as soon as they'd begun,
They were done,
And then ended the Stargazer's Fiddle.