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I wander off my front doorstep and she waits just outside;
Her breath cuts across my face, its icy touch biting at my skin
My heart is a tumult of emotion;
I love her, yet I hate her; I need her, yet I walk alone

I wander barefoot along the beach;
Her touch cushions my feet, urging me to lie down and succumb to her warm embrace
I cannot, for my heart is torn
I love her, yet I hate her; I need her, yet I walk alone

I clamber over the last steppe keeping me from the mountaintop
She opens my eyes; her beauty and glory defy all description
I feel the irony in my heart
I love her, yet I hate her; I need her, yet I walk alone

I’m the last one left as I wander through the abandoned cities
I sense her faintly, she is a dying spirit
I stop, confused by my emotions
I love her, yet I hate her; I need her, yet I walk alone

I finally come to a rest, dying
As her beauty lies covered by harsh tarmac she offers me one more gift
As the life leaves my body, I finally gain my solace
I love her, I need her, and I return to her at last.