Honeymoon is anxious over changes she can’t hideComforted by Mysta who dreamt of the tears she cried.Rushed to be with Honeymoon, her young Imoto-ChanTelepathy would not let it be. To her friend she ran.Junior feeling weary after one more sleepless nightNow here is Mysta at his door wishing to set rightAll that troubles Honeymoon, the thing they spoke aboutOnee-San is deep and wise, her heart both true and stout.There upon the bedroom wall the past that haunts her dreamsEvery day they’re more alike, so much not as it seems.She never has received before, yet shadows mark her sleepVague images of those who mourn a loss that makes them weep.Those in her dreams it often seems have messages to sendDespite their strife they sense a life they thought was at an end.
Honeymoon is anxious over changes she can’t hideComforted by Mysta who dreamt of the tears she cried.Rushed to be with Honeymoon, her young Imoto-ChanTelepathy would not let it be. To her friend she ran.Junior feeling weary after one more sleepless nightNow here is Mysta at his door wishing to set rightAll that troubles Honeymoon, the thing they spoke aboutOnee-San is deep and wise, her heart both true and stout.There upon the bedroom wall the past that haunts her dreamsEvery day they’re more alike, so much not as it seems.She never has received before, yet shadows mark her sleepVague images of those who mourn a loss that makes them weep.Those in her dreams it often seems have messages to sendDespite their strife they sense a life they thought was at an end.