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What light from yonder window break that casts such shadows or' my heart Causing each beat to softly ache and pain to gently stop... and start If by that light her figures stand and blow to me but one pure kiss from tender lips and out stretched hand would this poor heart know loves true bliss Beyond the morn the empty day that tears the very breath from me in empty sighs of such dismay and binds my heart in misery The afternoon brings no respite nor ease the tearing at my soul my only comfort is the night when by her light I am made whole By shadow hid and shadow kept beyond the fall of her hearts light mine eyes the morning dew hath wept and drown the stars and moon at night By tear drops quenched the rising Sun replaced with these... my burning eyes that forms the streams and rivers run soft sung in midnight lullabies If but this ground could open up and swallow whole my all and pain then I would poison from this cup react his love and die again For I am not her Romeo though I would have fair Juliet and so as night once more I go May night forgive and pray forget.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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What light from yonder window break that casts such shadows or' my heart Causing each beat to softly ache and pain to gently stop... and start If by that light her figures stand and blow to me but one pure kiss from tender lips and out stretched hand would this poor heart know loves true bliss Beyond the morn the empty day that tears the very breath from me in empty sighs of such dismay and binds my heart in misery The afternoon brings no respite nor ease the tearing at my soul my only comfort is the night when by her light I am made whole By shadow hid and shadow kept beyond the fall of her hearts light mine eyes the morning dew hath wept and drown the stars and moon at night By tear drops quenched the rising Sun replaced with these... my burning eyes that forms the streams and rivers run soft sung in midnight lullabies If but this ground could open up and swallow whole my all and pain then I would poison from this cup react his love and die again For I am not her Romeo though I would have fair Juliet and so as night once more I go May night forgive and pray forget.
Let the bard take all due credit for the pain of love and loss for was he not the one that said it tis better to have loved and lost
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soul-in-torment
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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