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you   c r e e p   in to my brain,

EVERY   DAY,

touching my   t h o u g h t s   ,

then drifting away,

teasing me,

as though in a   g a m e   ,

l e a d i n g   me,

through a PAVED WAY,

and behind the gates you         d i s a p p e a r         ,

leaving me behind in this darkness

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