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The rising tide
in deep of night-
the secret joys
that swell
behind your eyes,
which gleam so bright,
and lips
which never tell.
The magma seething
underground-
an anguish kept
The magma seething
underground-
an anguish kept
inside
that seeks to
rage for justice
when no longer
can it hide.
The gentle dew
that falls at dawn-
the melancholy tears
The gentle dew
that falls at dawn-
the melancholy tears
descended soft
to soothe the aches
of love
throughout your years.
From outside to within,
From outside to within,
you take a precious form.
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