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Your feelings an mine were fire and ice,
different in their ways of expression
struggling to find a common face
now that the fire is left alone it fades,
into a twilight of cooling adour
there is nothing to meet what was
And the empty passion of what remains
without it's different counterpart
longing to hear, finding only a refrain
a thousand passions and a single pain
it becomes terrible to hear fragments
reaching for something that has gone
logic defines another day tommorow
but my heart hates the nights alone
where memories leave me in sorrow
there is another song to be sung
but now until it's hold is broken
I will swing in the gallows, hung
watching, as the world passes on by
and once wet tears dry into dust
it is not easy for a man to cry.
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