Dying Embers

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4. Dying Embers

Falling on a winters day,

The pain does not compare,

To the agony you put me through,

After all the love we shared,

Now sitting here,

I realize,

The truth it lay behind your eyes,

But I was blind,

Trusting you to guide me,

What a mistake I made,

Now it's the price I pay,

I was deaf,

But thought you healed me,

I was mute,

But thought you could feel me,

I was wrong,

And thought the wrong thoughts,

Now I lay broken,

Beside the love I sought.

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