excuse me while i slip into a sickness
among the bones of dreams i've buried here
a thousand eyes are smiling in the darkness
a thousand knives are waiting, drawing near
never to sleep again
the waves are lapping gently on the shoreline
a lonely moon stares dead from high above
i lie upon the sand and make a bed here
among the ashes of our dying love
never to weep again
sorrow won't need to find me tomorrow
never return again
never return
never
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