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you write me into life,but no one reads anymore,except death unto mewe don't know the hurtbefore the lines are cut,from across the heart,when how we u..
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the way i think of you,in fragments, in syllables,in a baby's broken mouthwords that fall between uswith a wedge of meaning,that slips past our throat..
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the form against your frame,spills like shadow but your facedoes not remind me of ghostsand the scent of old rain,you are still freshly pressed,white ..
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you are quite the beauty,the wonder i'll always have,the flower i wear in my hair,the pearl around my neck,that they ask how i could beso decrepit bes..
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lovers don't say goodbye,they keep their words smallto fit in their hearts,when they are leaving you,they make you forget,but i remember all the days,..
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everything was quiet,the world was listeningto its own breathing,it strained to hearthe far cry of mountains,from thousands of years,lovers who were b..
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you don't have to love me,just because you do,more than you love anyone,you don't have to say a word,when you say you love me,with all your heart,not ..
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i hope you believe me,when i say i'm not drunk,before i say i love you,with glazed eyes, believethe light in them,before we fade to sleep,for you'd be..
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if i write about you,but not all the time,it's when i think of you,the most i can't thinkof anyone else,i could love the samewith all for nothing,but ..
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i keep the flowersyou'll never send,all the things lovers do,in solitude with the moon,and for you, who loves her,who loves the rain,you hate the cold..
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