Note: This video was originally uploaded on "Jeff Burgess" youtube channel, but sometime in the past the musician deleted the video. Click "show more" on this box to read...

...the comments that went with the original upload.
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To all: Julian Moon was recently harassed over his pony material, which caused him to delete all of his pony songs. Please do not send Julian any messages about his pony music.  No one should be harassed for making music as awesome as this. I know I've fallen in love with his music. His style and voice is so heartwarming I want to listen to it over and over again.  All his music feels unique and special to me.
So again anyone reading this, don't ask Julian to do anything. He doesn't want to deal with drama. Just be nice and show your love of his music.
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video art: http://cannotbeunseen.deviantart.com
animation: meeeee

LYRICS:
Your heart of generosity
Slipped through the grip of my talons to flee
In part, I wrapped my wings too tight
Forgot that comfort's not a right
I lost my "me" to barbarity
True beauty is a rarity

I didn't plan my initial attack
Hate that it's far too late to ever go back
With hindsight, I replay my plight from the start
But there's no way to steal your crystal heart

I was too young, and you were not burned then
Knew you'd go someday, didn't know just when
Better off now when you're still not a crutch
Ooh, we could have been so much

I was so blind, but you would defend me
Flying so fast thought the race would end me
All it ever took was the thrill of your touch
Ooh, we could have been so much

Now you've come to haunt me in mysterious ways
Hear your voice or see you on delirious days
I knew that you'd be taken, before I could die
But leaving by choice, I take to the sky
Harsh winds on wings force tears to dry

When I grew my wings, I gained a curse
I cut my strings and wrote my verse
Was it the nurture and care? Or the nature of despair?
Maybe staying things would have been much worse

I was lovestruck and you were just flattered
The needle got stuck, the dresses were tattered
Gave me some time for my brooding and such
Ooh, we could have been so much

I was still learning, you were the wise one
When I was yearning you would despise fun
Ev'rything I did came from need of your touch
Ooh, we could have been so much

I was your dog and you were my Mistress
In a deep fog I never could see this
This is my sin and to you I clutch
Ooh, we could have been so much

I was so blind, but you would defend me
A dragon you'd find and choose to mend?
We always knew for sure at the feel of our touch
Ooh, we could have been so much