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Gather those fragments of glass,
throw them away
out of my reach


gather those soft feathers,
of a black swan
and sew them together
make it a neclace or a halter,
lead me to that beach




where you built a fortris,
hold me a captive,
wilingly I make an oath I'll never breach


leave me in the darkness
of your safe chasm
your sacred dungen

tucked away in the shades
but never forget about me,
for I'll always be there
waiting for you, I won't leave.

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