Confession of the Grieve

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..I've asked someone to leave. Instead of being relieved, I feel grieved..
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Long

Sharp shadow

Come

From the dark

And the bass string

Of my guitar

Breaks
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As Light faded slowly

Shadow swept my tears

The broke of the string left me in silence

Though words of Light whispering still
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But like love

The words

Are blind!

Who used to look at herself

So long

In the fountain
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But love - in longing for Light - wasn't blind, said she

For the Light itself shined so bright,
Too bright that it could only be seen by others but she
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In the night you see

The window tremble with joy

While you slowly embroider

A difficult letters

To say

You love him
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The Light, Sir...

Put this love of mine on the string

On the string till it breaks...

No I could never come to declare

The Light, Sir, it never belongs to me
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