Fingers closing tight around
No longer sleep at night so sound
No way to feel the blight surround
And never may the right be found
Like everything else
It happened too fast
Like the rest of the spells
It just couldn't last
Not enough to go by
But
Enough to warrant one more try
For little time it went okay
So
I know at least I'm not dismayed
The chance may come around again
And
I'm still an imaginary friend
All this could mean many things
And understanding is so hard
But it's sure at least that this brings
To you a place inside my heart
So starting here the climb begins
But now the fog and grime are thin
Find from words the rhyme within
Like love songs on a violin
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