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The window's cold.
Your beath's on it.
This blood runs slow.
It's not for me.
We failed again
to teach the skies
to speak our words.
Alive...

We cried:
"Could this be the end
We hoped to be delayed?"
Say that you need me
away from the dream that fades.

In dawnless nights
you were like rain.
Your sleep woke up
those dreams we like.
My arms stretched to
the sun in the night.
The mark is yours.
Farewell is mine...

Stay, save me...

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