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To lose part of yourself

Is quite an easy task,

The burning of your health

Is easier to mask.

 

But when the darkness comes,

And your image fades away,

I feel my body wrung,

If it never comes again.

 

I can forget your face,

When there's not a picture near,

My heart can soon lose pace,

Until I see your features clear.

 

I swim with you in dreams,

While you are far from me,

Its not as easy as it seems,

When your face I cannot see.

 

My melting eyes are cold

Awaiting your return,

But still I won't be told

That's you sitting in that urn.

 

I try to stop my wandering trait,

But in my skin I tempt that fate,

I hear your voice that I still own;

Here 'we perished each alone.'

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