Are we so bloodless We let our heart fall Too proud to reach out a hand We must bar the door Lest our love return Granting us both what we want Sense it would turn us Return us To that we once knew Grey haired and dying We'll curse at the moment We threw up those locks on the door We'll two fools sit quiet Together some day We'll not mention the pain we have brought For it is ours Bought, paid for With our grandest dreams stillborn
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