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That dark fourteenth hour A night leading to dawn Never like another I could simply paint us The smudged ink of my tears The inexperienced arms of sweet death That fills my soul with pain and fear All entangled in a battle for hot air Forms the best colour combinations for my work of art The breeze from mating trees The soft glow of my skin The taste of sweet laughter and tea The perfect moment to make us three Make a wish under the sky 2 months and a half Abandoned for many years to die Today it holds your blemished hands To say all the words still left unsaid Words that to you make no sense For all along have I loved you in silence. In four years or so Will the ones I hold so dear Still find a way to know I'll Paint the skies for you

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