You spin round and round,
to the tune of my sweet sound.
these words I whisper into the night,
tell our story so well,
They wrap around you until the morning,
You on the wisps of my whims.
The song rings out across the sky,
and there you go,
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A touch of pain, a glancing blow of love, strike of loss and a rotting hope that should have died long ago.
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