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At last she comes
Oh never more, In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before
Or leave my soul alone again
At last alone again
In this deep silence, no one stirs
Even the wind, she holds her breath
The empty echo now assures
My quiet comfort, still as death
In this, as still as death
This book I write holds still the dance
And deafening din of tales recalled
Please crack this spine and break this trance
Lay siege to this heart in which I'm walled
At last I dance again
A silverfish swims through a sea of frozen words
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