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You are asleep To Tell it true And truth comes naturally when I Find you here But gone and deaf and Full of forgiveness (How is it I still fear you) Though I know it's you And I As you've told me through Years gone by and Bye You said                                 goodbye In another time              (Three. Three times.) After leading me past barred doors and into Open night Where you gave me keys and showed me locks and gave me Sight There were bottles Wines (Southern comfort, jimador) That I drink alone Anymore (You are still mine, I know, my heart, my one and only Though you are gone from me And have led me through Jungles steeped with dark With only your voice To follow.                           I am not                         One or the same) The rain heavy on my window Reminding me of panes of glass That keep me dry Yes, they're there Like your smoky scent was Always there With the dryer sheets and Locomotive pulse (I remember Though I can't forget the Pieces you left me in So many times And always with promises of Never Again) I would that you'd stay and Sleep here By me Like I wrote in Every letter
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
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You are asleep To Tell it true And truth comes naturally when I Find you here But gone and deaf and Full of forgiveness (How is it I still fear you) Though I know it's you And I As you've told me through Years gone by and Bye You said                                 goodbye In another time              (Three. Three times.) After leading me past barred doors and into Open night Where you gave me keys and showed me locks and gave me Sight There were bottles Wines (Southern comfort, jimador) That I drink alone Anymore (You are still mine, I know, my heart, my one and only Though you are gone from me And have led me through Jungles steeped with dark With only your voice To follow.                           I am not                         One or the same) The rain heavy on my window Reminding me of panes of glass That keep me dry Yes, they're there Like your smoky scent was Always there With the dryer sheets and Locomotive pulse (I remember Though I can't forget the Pieces you left me in So many times And always with promises of Never Again) I would that you'd stay and Sleep here By me Like I wrote in Every letter
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
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