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[sic]
Make me sick
Make me bad
Take me, shake me
Mould me, wake me
That sleeps
She sleeps in me
I haven't tears enough
Now everything is done
And dust
Reproaching, aching soul
I haven't words enough
Now everything is done
And dust
Tear
Let what bound us
Set us free
Let me see her once more
The replacement me
I haven't hurt enough
© ACR, 4/7/00
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