And you will be my eyes
My everything
My after all
An offering
To my memories:
A rusty knife,
My sweetest dream...
My wish to fly.

Now I've found these arms open
make me secure this is real
heal me, take me,
I will
let go of them.

We'll make it all...
Just both of us.

You'll be my cry
My sinking hope
My truth last sigh
My shrunken soul
My dying voice
My losing sole
An impish desire
My wander night
My time to blow.


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