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Tonight
words of power
bliss and sorrow
still
A tremour of anticipation
Each time I speak with her
some weight lift from my heart
reaching for the light
A tremble to my flimsy soul
Each time I listen to her
life seems a bit more pleasant
fumbling for the warmth
A shiver through my bones
Each time I see her eyes
I gaze at a reflection of myself
devoted to what I behold
still
tomorrow
could either be night or day
words of power
bliss and sorrow
still
A tremour of anticipation
Each time I speak with her
some weight lift from my heart
reaching for the light
A tremble to my flimsy soul
Each time I listen to her
life seems a bit more pleasant
fumbling for the warmth
A shiver through my bones
Each time I see her eyes
I gaze at a reflection of myself
devoted to what I behold
still
tomorrow
could either be night or day
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