Silent running into the rain,
holding back the tears,
black is this night,
you turned away again,
doors closed, I move away,
then open up again,
you once again turn around,
no moon to call to,
playing with daggers,
flaming at me,
they only drop to the grown,
before us both,
do not ask,
I can not say a word,
to put all of this to rest.
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