Tear

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This distance isn't right,

it's to obscured to take the pain,

as it withers under darkness to afraid to show it's strength,

so we stand under rain clouds to take another bow,

One last shattered glass unpinned,

another fever yet unbound,

It might have ended different if you kissed the lips that lie today,

as i strike the end to you,

Just to weak to play this phase,

One last look around the room and the key that gave me strength,

So i say another word to the one you are today.

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