the painting on the wall with all those questions
all those questions
why would you look through when you could look among
the awe of her
I met a four-leaved clover
alone, standing
condoned, yet not abandoning
I wake up and hold it, not seeing you here
I hope to cry, but only in my dreams does it seem real
brother and brother
come to my side, a lover never tried
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this uncrowned soldier fearful
I tell you those lies that give you enough to feel certain
your name remains secure in my soul, by a blossoming tie
fragile on edge, buried above time
covering your poor eyes, the sight of all sighs
I promise, by an exalted witness
this enchantment is stone
as stone should be