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These endless nights awake become endless weeks
In the hopes that one day you will return.
Soar over the trees and over the peaks,
Until you find yourself back here to turn
All these dreary walls into fun again.
I admire your generosity,
Your sensitivity and untold pain,
And I pray that one day you can hold me.
Now, let’s cut to the chase, pleasant sire
And recreate those moments in my dreams.
For I know not what you really desire,
I can only provide what there may seem.
Come now and dance within my heart of hearts -
Only now will we know what we do start.