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My love, My dear
Here in the dark, I call out your name
Shadows call me, giving me blame
And here on my own, I call to the above
Please I beg of you, give me my love
Then with a knife, they carve out my core
Without you, I will bear this no more
For I am only a young, naïve lass
My stone cold heart is made of glass
My palace is empty without your light
My dreams are empty without you at night
My mind is empty without your shimmering thought
With these feelings I always fought
For, without your wings I fall to the depths of despair
Without your hope, I fall until you are there
Without you, my lovely lad
I’d never have become so mad
Without, my lovely dear
I’d never conquered my fear