Please darling I can see it now.
I know this feeling far too well.
To put it frankly, it’s killing me.
Please darling can’t you see what I’m in?
Can’t you mend these scars of mine?
This earth knows me; knows my soul.
Even the pale blue moon can see inside me.
Darling, just take a minute and sit.
Take this load off the both of us and put it on a raft.
Let it drift into the serene darkness.
Take my hand. Take my heart.
Free my soul like a passing shooting star.
Darling, we’ve held our own so release the demons of our mind.
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