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in the darkest foreign reaches of my heart i fell you
in spite of what we always said
forever is a point of view
waiting for our chance endeavor
our final chance to be together
and though the night is filled with passion
we look to fill our desires elsewhere
yet always wind up back where we started, reminded of each other
such a funny thing, desire
hiding in the places we always thought most safe
waiting for the world to conspire to bring us once more to this place
where what we know and what we say and do contradict