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With your first kiss you made me lonely, dear,
And all the knowledge in the world was mine
Held in the slow solution of a tear

Creeping relentlessly, too sure to spill,
The first and final tear that made me thine
And shaped a void that only you could fill.

I wonder, love, if you were really wise
To empty life of all the little things
That give to desolation alibis.

I wonder, love, if when you gave me wings
You knew you had condemned me to the air,
And to a faith beyond the questionings

That toy with hope and tamper with despair,
'Till I am stranded in the absolute
That you have made and only you can share.

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