Unseals my long-locked senses? Or,
Light touching hands and lips that fill
For me the waste of time, caress until
I live as I have lived before?
Light touching hands and lips that fill
For me the waste of time, caress until
I live as I have lived before?
My only light shall be the candle's light,
To summon shades and mysteries
Until my solitary spirit sees
Your shadow steal across the shining floor.
To summon shades and mysteries
Until my solitary spirit sees
Your shadow steal across the shining floor.
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