There she goes
Out the doorway
Her path unfolds
And how much more
For the fever come down
In fall
When she calls
Mighty fine
Keeping covert eye
Downward slow
Caught a glimpse of a wasted night
And I'm hoping you feel alright
Can we talk
Both our minds have been here before
There's too much time for
Silent fights and
Are we taking
Instead of wasting
Time
Paragraphs on
Living dead no
Nothing's changing
Glimmer chasing
Is it too much to
Ask for something
And when we wake up
Will we feel it
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