It's frail scent lingers on your touch
As I shiver with your loss
I remember when the
Eyes of you and I
could see past the crystal glass
I would run to our memory
If it were possible
But the theme of the truth
Will never let me go
He holds me tight
And however many times
I must scream
To him
Everything is sweet solitude
My siren song
Though luring away
All forms of hope
From this desolate island
Which I stand on
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