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| This is for hair like the setting sun My heart aches for patience you never have won Eyes betray nothing but under the steel My soul is unlocked, the emotions too real I see you each day yet I cry every night In my alcove alone by the dimmest of light With nothing I do shall this heartache appease For loving you Kathryn�s the one thing I need I never will have you and never will know So I�ll die in this shadow by measures so slow My breath comes in heartbeats � by twos and then three A shackled existence, a painful reprieve With eyes that are closed I see you in dreams The moon lights your skin with a delicate beam I touch you so softly, I pull you so close Then my cycle�s completed � I�m left with a ghost |
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