To be your brightest precious one
is all I could have hoped to have done
I catch the morning, catch the mist
What have I lost? What did I miss?
Still you stay in the deepest part
know I’m close but I feel so far
And he came across the waves at night
his clothes they shone I hid my eyes
He gave his hand but damn my pride
I sank instead my selfish tide
Now I see through the thin veneer
only you I was never here
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