a cold, quiet night
i lie awake well past one
seeing your soft eyes
hearing your gentle breathing
far away across the hall
a fragrance from your room
and touching music at night
Clannad Past Present
remind me of your absence
and my concealed inner feelings
now my heart beats quick
i see you in the doorway
i should write a poem
you say that you're unworthy,
but i give you what i may
we don't say as much
since we said the Seventh Wyrd
the prime without chance
i will wait with lonely heart
feelings hidden deep within
since you went away
i've become a broken bard
lost in memories
neither live nor dead, i wander
searching for you in the night
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