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As I leave

As I leave I leave quickly

No light has been shed

 When I return

I step through slowly

Nothings slower than the dead

 

I ran from you like lightning,

Too fast for pain

To slow me down

 When I returned

I took my time

Nothing keeps time like the dead

 

I fled our love before you sent me

To join the lonely under tread

I flew so fast

Pain couldn’t catch me

Nothing quicker than the dead

 

So empty, I cant be bled

◄ Before the hold, before the relentless grey cold

Promises made in whispers ►

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