I shall grow old tonight and tomorrow night
The wind and the rain will stagnate
Though, always seemingly set the mood
As if your silhouette against a windowpane
Will always so calmly caress the emptiness of my soul
With your passion leaving an imprint on my lips
And for eternity to be but a mask
Covering the nothingness of these shadows
Without being consumed within your arms for the slightest moment in time...
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