The evil in me i guess is too strong,
if you ask me to come back, i will,
time tears at my soul
the remembered feeling of your arms
greater fire than the women i hug now
and you are my soul
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i believe it evil, but you don't care,
what you want is the pain, and my talk
of joy drives you away
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i need your happiness to bolster mine,
you wont build off what i can give
and run offline crying
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In four months i'll see you again
if you survive that long. wishing
to hold you in my arms
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t'would pain you to have me sent away
i suppose, but i hope prudence doesn't
cause you to seek an end
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before we really have started
my lady of red raven hair,
sad eyed siren