A Distance There Is...
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Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
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And I am trapp'd -
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A distance there is...
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None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
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Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
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I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
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Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril
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Thou let'st me be parched;
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My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
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When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
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There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bones, my heart!
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Thou hast me bereaft! -
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But run thou sayest; I run -
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And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
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Thou tell'st me to leave without delay -
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I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
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Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
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So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
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In my mind in which is this event,
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But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
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After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths -
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The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
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Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
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All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside -
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...a distance there is...
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A Distance There Is...
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| Theatre of Tragedy |
