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Nov 2013
This weeping child within me screams into the night
The light doth never shine
Nor the moon beam into my lair
Cold is the cold
That takes me

The darkest of days have come for my blood
And who am I to deny such
My soul is weak and my body cold
And my cry goes on

A sweet sound of my madness
Has bore its fruit of temptation
For I be the famished
The thirsty
The wanted
And so they wait
For its all to easy to fail
All to easy to walk

This faded edge so worn
Comes that much clearer
In tears turned ice
Please come
Please warm me

I only want your heart
I only need your love
I only want you
You
Just you
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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