A Song For My Lover (1)

Alas, it is the fear of living
in honesty
That deceit to of't
cannot redeam
In which we feel
that liberating
Will condemn our souls'
relief.

This is why we sleep
at dusk
To revive the demons
in all of us
But t'was in yesternight
in which we found ourselves
Amungst O'Ryan's brilliant light
So dear, sweet friend sleep well
And remember to ne'r let lose
Those long past nights we used to know
For, in truth
This is how lovers go.

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